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album? I still think it would. Give the song a good listen and let me know!
This version featured here has recently been remastered by Paul.
Ayy
Whose fault? Uh
(Whose fault?)
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names,
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
Music gave me a brand new show
Little nigga, I'll plug myself
Plug my scene, plug my guys
This ting's more than a buzz, don't lie
Wanna be a G? Real
The boys they want only one thing
And so I give it, don't complain
Daddy's gone, Mama lost her job
Our house ain't a home no more
Still my faith's
night divine, the night when Christ was born
O night, O holy night, O night divine
O night, O holy night, O night divine
Led by the light of faith
of the dark no more
I don't wanna be scared of the dark
Give me faith!
Faith!
Give me faith!
Faith!
Give me
I am secure in the Fathers arms
I am sure of His
wish stuff was different here
But if I had a magic wand to make the evil disappear
That means that there would be no Santa Claus no more
To bring you
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for you are with me
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
You
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
four Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
And I watch a pretty penny I'm talkin hundred or more
My critique for 'leet, not for the cheap
And my money
Original version by baby's gang (1984).
We are down, we are crazy fools everyday at school.
Teachers here, teachers there,
Books and books, they
Oh, my love is like a seed, baby, just needs time to grow
It's growing stronger day by day, yeah
That's the price you've got to pay
Trust in me,
This is the time to be in the moment
Ain't no room for stalling room time for living in the moment
Slip inside the rhythm let's get 'em, yahm
Tell
peace
With no more dealers and crooked cops
The only way to stop the beast
And only we can change
It's up to us to clean up the streets
It ain't the same
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
up Strappedup to The T
Infront of you will be the best Version of me
Version1 original stunner
Honest niga so I ain't no Fronter
Fake homies turn tesla
Now, the end is near (Can you believe this shit Guru?)
So I face (I'm from the hood man) the final curtain
(No the real hood the hood, not the rap
Yeah I'm just trying to be the best version of me
And I won't give up 'til I get there no
And I won't give up 'til I get there no
Yeah I'm just
[Puff Daddy]
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil -- for you are with me
Your rod and your staff, they
by the light of faith serenely beaming
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand
O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming
Now come the wisemen
Jordan 'em
Number one albums what I got, like four of 'em
More of them on the way, the eighth wonder on the way
Clear the way, I'm here to stay
Y'all
Verse 1
I don’t wanna be sad no more
I don’t wanna be mad no more
I just want to be loved today
I just wanna have faith
Chorus
Faith in love
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
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