thus the lowly manger In all our trials, born to be our friends He knows our need, to weakness is no stranger Behold you the King, O night when Christ
sick (Christ) Witness (Christ) Living one (Christ) First and the Last (Christ) Feed our minds confusion Sweeten the taste of pollution, pollution, pollution (Christ) Word Life (Christ
Here came the wise men from the orient land The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger In all our trials born to be our friend He knows our need, He
Layzie] Mo Thugs (Chorus) [Bizzy] We been wheelin and dealin all our lives money gon' make me crazy Jesus Christ i see the light thru little layzies
life, 'fore it starts Some niggas wanna be like Mike I'd rather be like Christ so at the end, I'll see bright lights (Like Christ, bright lights) I save
this new world was Satan The sky turned blood-red, the silent trumpet started playin' Then I woke up, my imagination Runnin' wild but then again the coming of Christ Could be
I just wanna be your solider I just wanna be your vessel, woo Lord I just wanna be your solider I just wanna be your vessel, woo Lord I just wanna be
Ghetto. I can't get out of here Ghetto Nigga Ghetto I can't get out of here Willie d Deathwall is the site When the mic be light As twice as shipp advice
, what are we facing? See you at the crossroad, that's Vacation Shit is like Fright Night, get you a Night Light Two blunts, Zeitgeist, remind me it's Christ
ain't what I'm rapping for I rather be a matador So tartare or rather raw I know that sounds fucked up like a reptoid But it's no Ruth's Chris, if I
there There now put it in the air Yeah, load it on my macbook air It's a new form of macking, don't be old fashioned Update your passion Only reason why I be
meek souls will receive him still The dear Christ enters in O Holy Child of Bethlehem Descend to us, we pray Cast out our sin and enter in Be born in
meek souls will receive Him still The dear Christ enters in O holy Child of Bethlehem Descend to us, we pray Cast out our sin and enter in Be born in
meek souls will receive him still, the dear christ enters in. Oh holy child of bethlehem, descend to us we pray Cast out our sin and enter in, be born
you Drew Gooden But me, I want Jordan numbers, LeBron footin' Can't guard me, Vince Lombardi, John Wooden Garbage? Hardly, you niggas silly like Chris Farley So like him, you'll be
say While I'm way ahead by light years so beware and keep the lights on I wanna write the songs that right the wrong, right on Ridin' the light so you
fuckin beach with the what Nike sandal, got em on my feet hide behind tint be blowin sweet, them hoes be on my dick be blowin up it be so neat, dont settle
not on my turf, I seen a ray of lights that resemble live fireworks Some mermaids with Halle Berry haircuts flashin' they tail Like follow me, now, don't be
