Lyrics:
Will Not Be Shaken
My Hope It Comes From You Alone, My Lord And My Salvation
Your Praise Is Always On My Lips, Your Word Is Living In My Heart
And I Will
My Feet Are Planted On This Rock And I Will Not Be Shaken
My Hope It Comes From You Alone,
My Lord And My Salvation
Your Praise Is Always On My Lips,
Because insanity is what kept me for so long
When I had lived in a dark place
They called it the unknown
The dark home
The place you went to just be
you. This is my guitar, but it's not gently weeping
She's not there, she's not there. My baby went home
And I couldn't find her comb, so I went back
he does
Killa, Santana, Jim Jones
Freaky!! Tito here tonight
Whole talaban, Brozzy
45th side
Diplomats man, see what we do man
This is not
leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is lyrical combat, gentlemen, hold your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder
gopro if winter is here you can call me John Snow Altercations looking like the Game of Thrones knocking at my door bitch I ain’t even home snakes in
No Other Name Like Jesus, No Power Can Stand Against You
My Feet Are Planted On This Rock And I Will Not Be Shaken
My Hope It Comes From You Alone, My
movement you cling to
This is twisted
Its up to this nigga killing kids to keep the peace here
So she not shouting or picketing police
She keeps it in
the world is not ours
I want them bitches that's fine
And not on the Vine
I turn the lean into wine
Put the whole team on my spine
I'm back on the grind
Dancing as the needle moves
Not as if we fully free to choose
I believe
Die by beliefs if you don't believe in truce
Some want to die when they receive
ever heard in your life.
I'm talking about the kind of song where not only is the character in the song dead by the end of the song, but he's been
now
Man done shook out, gull the skin out ya
What you check boy you running yuh lip
You get smoked like I'm bunning a spliff
You sonofabitch
This is
with the cowboy brand
Give it up fast, quick and not slow
Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough
Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this
!
This is not new
You’ve seen it through and through
The sequence of your life
This is not sacred music, this is not!
The mirror we live in, have you heard
you fuckers don't know me
That's your bitch I'm not your homie
I'll crush ya bitch call me Jim Thome
Home run derby bitch no mercy
It's 12:30 and you're
He walks into the meeting
Not sure if this is right
He grabs a cookie and a chair
And fidgets half the night
Finally there's a pause
The leader turns
triumph forever bent another soul suffering to eternity spent.
Her mother is frail and unable to fight
This time I'll bring my darkness and fill her world
different, man, I'm playin' out of bounds
Yeah, I'm goin' up, that's what's goin' down
And I'll never fall, I'm never gonna drown
This is my world, all I
bro, Jackson
By the time you get home, you be hearing this
We be rolling and dog we gon' be
On our King of New York shit
Do the King of New York dance
the blueish lights
Got the Coupe bright, but we still shoot dice
For my niggaz on the Eastside, this is true life
Hook
Max B:
You don't want it with them
never came back in that black on black
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Shit get real, we don't fold up
This is what I told myself in my grandma's kitchen
with the cowboy brand
Give it up fast, quick and not slow
Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough
Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this
(Coofie smacka). For my
Dip-Set, from hear on end its Lovely Daze. That's what this song is
about. For my riders, ride out.................................
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