e Its a four letter word like fame That fades and if you believe it Your f-u-c-k- e-d But how you sell soul to a Souless people who sold their soul
of the stage Grab yo dick and say what you gotta say" And you know what D used to say He used to say "Party people, your dreams have now Been fullfilled, get out your
it's all the same Bring your crippled ass to me Pay my usher the holy fee I'll bless your legs, and bless your chair Then wheel your bitch-ass outta
y'all! I'm the urban legend in your back seat With a hook to your head while your rollin down the street Most people, they look at me and run They get
; Repeat BLESS LORD BLESS US LORD Oh, won't you BLESS US LORD BLESS US LORD Now, won't you BLESS US LORD BLESS US LORD Now, won't you BLESS
- appointed By other deeply Lord We ask you to heal our hearts Take away the pain And suffering we've endured CHORUSL WE COME BEFORE YOU Bless those people
for today But lust it sets in, and crush your chest in for dust your destined, if drugs are let in Enough to nest in, probably make you punch your best
for this man of God Lord, you know the direction that your taking his life holy spirit Lord and you have a covern over his life Continue to bless him Lord
four, in a ward watchin' her war And it's more blood and gore, and she tore, cuz people are so deceivin' And I'm on the floor, because with nor Lord this
body wit' the powerful forces, that'll end all your doubt Make you clean up your house, bag up an ounce Hit the dance floor an' bounce We blessed wit
I don't wanna be right, send me blessings to the cloud, hope I make it through the night, yea Lord as you lay me down to sleep, I pray to the Lord my
And, thank you Lord, for makin my bin and I swored And I'm glad I don't feel like I have to kill to pay the bill [Eightball] I was blessed to be a story
shit right Use your brain not your back use your brain not a gat It's a party not a jack (For real) Don't be scared of them people Walk up in there
court I tell my players hold your head and keep your glock by your side Don't be scared to up and bust when they testin' your pride Juwan Turner got killed
Lord and enrage the war Against this wicked society, society Praise the Lord and raise your sword Against this wicked society, society Praise the Lord and raise your
lord for my life Your the only one that understands my pain I thank you lord for my life Forgive me lord for complaining so much I thank you lord for my life Your
White House but I'm claiming it (God did it) Hey and if you be honest He's been over your house (God did it) Every grateful heart just bless his name