You are my Gd and King 2ce You are wise in righteousness Standing in power Your children will be great Hallelujah Standing in righteousness You are my
Baby, this is your last dance, you know how you do it There's no nigga like you And there'll never be another nigga like you Put your foot on these motherfuckers
gal If you want to make it number one, you're number two now This the Goose and Malibu, I call it MaliBOO-YAH God damn Yeezy, how you gonna hit 'em with
Illuminati My watch do illuminate My pockets are naughty But I'm God body, ya'll better ask somebody I was born a God I made myself a king Which means
And pardon me if I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-of-shit Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you
meant so much to me) And I needed your good love Baby how could you just go and change it all You turned my spring to fall I needed you you know But
are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin He said Man you out early we thought you got ten
it biz? Yeah, I ain't forgot it, you my nigga, word, Erik B And Rakim and the Man-Ant, yeah, true niggas with attitudes To king sun, peace God to chuck, flavor and griff Y'all are
for some underground mix show My hearts in my pen every time I begin Sometimes my lyrics go crazy and I just can't control em my friend I try to edit
just ask that I can make my peace with God and say goodbye Forgot the world like lady Di, hone the day he died His wife and sons and daughters know that
never claimed I was the best. I want to be their breath. Don't want to be the king Aint tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams. But an ordinary
am so outrageous I wear my pride on my sleeve like a bracelet If god had a iPod, I'd be on his playlist My phrases amazing, the faces and places, the favorite My
you putting out Yeah, you fancy, huh? I'm tryin' pull you out See it's a lot of girls standing round she say' You claim you're the best and I only want
and drunk and my cars swerves off road, haa. I'll meet you at the crossroads. Lord please keep your eyes on me, and if i die i pray my soul you keep,
my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate Just respect my conglomerate, just respect my conglomerate [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] It's Bus Rhymes! (HUH!) And
at a time When my life and my moods were in order and fine But the hour was late and my room was a state And I realized that song I would never create And