It's a series of bars, thrift stores and churches lining the streets While women with gold crosses push kids into half-formed beliefs If Lot was righteous
: It's a series of bars, thrift stores and churches lining the streets While women with gold crosses push kids into half-formed beliefs If Lot was righteous
races LEBENSRAUM for the Arayan race On desolated nations But all were forgone to die From the devastation of war Even the Lord of the Warzone Became
Lord, give me a sign For this is the heritage of the servants of the Lord "And their righteousness is of me," said the Lord Amen, Lord, give me a sign
was another place and another time Lord, Lord the cotton was high And the corn was growing fine But that was another place and another time Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Judgment day, don't they know they can't escape your crew I'm just trying to live right and pray you take me through And with this song I dedicate to you, my Lord Lord
he ain't fashion L.A. looters, throw your mask on Gambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin' I'm married to the game and every year's the
'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the West Know a chick from Watts with 'Bad Boy' tatted on her breast I done been there and did it Ten years without
3] Dear lord heavenly father please forgive me Can't turn back on em now these niggas feel me Never dream of lettin em down that s-t'll kill me First year
3] Dear lord heavenly father please forgive me Can't turn back on em now these niggas feel me Never dream of lettin em down that shit'll kill me First year
, Lord knows I'm wrong Why would I do her like that, Lord know she's strong I know it's been hard but we made it baby Ten years clean, so she's still
"In the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment
way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city pimp [ ROUND 1: Shaquel Shabazz ] Gold, girls, cold cash On the mic Shaquel Shabazz Supreme, the Lord
up at 'mani giorgi and service from sergio pacini lamborghini the chain blow off the vertigo I know the flow just hit a hella-fied vertical This the cris year, last year
Little Tommy's seven now and Her daughter Justine just turned ten Pinchin' every cent, laughin' and lovin' and content You would never think a couple years
99 problems but a bitch ain't one If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me The year is ninety
read my horoscope Tell me, Lord, will I be poor and broke? Tell me, Lord, will I be dealin' dope? I wanna take my momma to the Poconos Goodbyes, but only Lord