yen for play While you broke niggaz reach drunk much quicker You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor Went from God to God damn Damn God
lover, this is more than a crush Lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush Hey lover, hey lover, this is more than a crush This is more than a crush This is
Chorus-Chamillionaire- This is for the OG's, this is for the OG's/ This is for everyone back in the day, everyone who paved the way before me/ This is
been wheelin and dealin all our lives money gon' make me crazy Jesus Christ i see the light thru little layzies eyes Hope he can see it in mine Money
[ VERSE 1 ] Deep in the mind that wide opens Right here we stand alive, we live focused We open-minded, still we die hopeless With our pride broken
Is this how you made it, or is this sickness out of control Is the beginning of the end right now? Let me know Do the saved souls travel the road of the
Unaware of his surroundings or if breathing is right In the arms of his mother as he looks in her eyes He takes his first breath and he screams The baby's alive
niggaz are so scared to ride they got it from Still I alive to Why I Feel So bad inside this is my life.... [Chorus: Johnny P] our golden law, now foes
a halt to our very existence We livin', breathin', soon we'll be teethin' Our granny got a gold and now we want one for that reason An adolescent mind is
make me out to be a hero Can't remember what he said God help me! Can't remember what he said Don't know, won't know (x12) God damn, shit the bed!
I want, sexy motherfucker You acting like you want it right now Let a nigga know, is we gon' fuck tonight My dick is gettin' rock hard, oh my god There
, holy God of glory We'll worship Him alone So keep your eye on the sky, while it's all passing by This world is not our home 'Cause someday soon, we
to take our anger an' our hate Control our mental state, settle down an' just set it straight Maybe we can learn to take a second to pump our brakes '
God can you blame me they can't tame me? My voice screech through the street Im a beast on em Oh no he will not fold you will not see a priest on him He
The way he proves himself a man By beatin' his woman with his hands, oh, I wish that she was still alive How can someone like that call himself a man, he
is warm and her hair is wooly And it attract a lot of energy even negative She gotta dead that the head wrap is her remedy Her back is strong and she
witnesses to my doings But it seems like I've known him forever He who has moved through mornings and midnights Through deaths and dawns To document our bones, our blood, our
survivor God God God save our soul A God save our soul A God, a God save our soul Lord God God save our soul A God save our soul a God a God save Lord