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They made their home there down by the riverside They made their homes there down by the riverside The city sprang up from the dark mud of the Thames I
be led by His nail scarred hand Than to be the queen of a vast domain And be held in sin's dread sway Oh, I'd rather have Jesus than anything
100 Racks Make it stack Give it back And some mo' What is cash To a man Like myself What is Gold All I have On my path When I pass Is my soul Runnin
you treat me like dust hold your hand, played my part, but it wasn't enough All the pain left me scarred, now I'm takin' these drugs All the pain left
I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold I'd rather be His than have riches untold I'd rather have Jesus than houses or land I'd rather be led by
I done came up my racks made a franchise I remember i was active in drive bys Exotic whips navy sticks when we slide by i be smoking doja until
down by the riverside They made their homes there down by the riverside The city sprang up from the dark mud of the Thames I'll say it again (Ha ha ha,
where he entered the cave. Aladdin arose and ran towards the city. Mother! Mother! I want you to know something, that evil man tried to take my life? He
tonight Yeah that's them shits I like ah Greedy when bae in the city These niggas don't play in the city Sunlight by day in the city Night time get Cray in
He's the one they prophesied as the Jewish King He's the one we crucified though he did nothing His nail scarred hands guarantee Death's Defeat He's
bombast of its breast By which I knew upon waking It was telling me In no uncertain terms To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones The whole rusty
can't even style me The robbers probably wanna get me, I'm hoppin' out Lamborghinis The youngins turn in my city, they try me, I get it cracking Some
for the memo Full tank and I want more (Lets go) Gimme that, puttin my city up on the map Whippin up dope, bars crack Smoke n mirrors, in the back
And messin wit us'll leave ya scarred Ya feel me no lie no lie Ya feel me no lie no lie no lie Ya feel me thatz real I hope ya whole squad stay Never hesitatin
For every soul A land of Love A land of Gold The hand God Provides for all Come one come all United we'll stand We will never fall When the city holding
The Midnight Mother revealed to all We've been here for so long Unmade by the Golden Shard The warnings hidden in a Song Unknown to the ones we scarred We spark
the one blame When you see me in the streets Don't call me on my name (don't call me on my name) (Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow) Represent your city
I was temporarily blind by a neon dollar sign It pacified my mind and whispered things are fine Said, "Boy, if you wanna heal just sign this paper
(move your body, body) Little to say Don't play with a nigga though (don't play with me) All she likes is gold (oh) I call her Medusa (she right
You got one boy With your right hand And the other one You hail a taxi cab Big city girls you make a mess out of me Now I'm on my way back
the town called "The City of Dope" It couldn't be saved by John the Pope So go on, live your life of crime The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
cut with a new incision Come and roll so scarred with your new religion You ain't stuck where I’m bound Back where I followed you You've been cut by
grinding all my life I had to take advantage (Take advantage) We coming from a city where they taking chances(Taking chances) Aye fuck them hand outs I never
years Just took a walk with Jesus Just touched his nail scarred hands Didn't even bother her That he ain't a blue eyed man Hallelujah, jubilee I
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