lot of people's threats Biggie smalls in the flesh livin' life after my death Yesterday, I read my horoscope Tell me, Lord, will I be poor and broke? Tell me, Lord
my blessin's Lord, You control me (All the way to the top) I'm so blessed that You chose me to do your work (Thank you Jesus) Out of all the people
thieves America, pay attention (America) Wake up, this is not what you think it is (America) America, pay attention (America) This is not what you think it is Blessed, the Lord
owe it all to you I bless your name Bless the Lord Bless the Lord 'Cause finally we'll make it through it all Bless the Lord Bless the Lord 'Cause finally
tell you that god Was gonna bless you one day And God have blessed you He have blessed you with sound and music Through your heart, through your finger Through your
-down, getcha, think he just rappin', but I'm down to scope 'em out with ya. Playas get your checks from your ladies, get high, then your ladies sneak your
nigga Motherfuck rappin' how bout fuckin' with me now nigga Niggas get your checks from your broads get high Then your broads sneak your keys from your
losing this world we love And it looks like the sinnin' won't end So I'm reachin' high up above Lord let your blessings begin And let's change the world
they be gettin' 'em Sendin' demonz str8 to hell, let them burn in hades Worried enough, we called in jail Lord bless our babies Lord pleaze bless our
That's what I'm having a de ja vu, Lord when I lay down down to sleep I pray for the Lord and the Holy Ghost bless my soul to keep And if I should die
world we love And it looks like the sinnin won't end So I'm reachin high up above Lord, let your blessings begin [Hook-Bizzy 4x] And let's change the
no], it was probably me, so we go. We know what went wrong, and I know your moms is laughing, and it's your aunty's baby's daddy in Cincinnati, with a
probably me so we go. We know what went wrong, and I know your mom is laughing, and it's your aunt's baby's daddy in Cinncinatti. Wonder why bitch
blessed wit an incredible style When there's pushin', it's just try to separate And to break this all down, now ain't that foul So I asked the Lord to help me Lord
, tryna get on their feet But see your brain is so cloudy And I know what you don't know, you better get on your mission And get down for your dough,
steady be shining My gang, you know me, homies got mo' love And I'm blessed, when I'm outta my sentence Pump my fist to 'Mo Thug' Gotta keep the Lord