't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose my soul.) Lord forgive us when we get consumed by the things of this world, That fight for our love, and our passion, As our
stand with our hearts in our hands Squeezing out all the lies All that I hear is a message unclear What else is there to decide? All that I'm hearing from
door it's party time all our babies will be born november seventeenth i'm sure and we'll get a cookiepuss from the local carvel store then our brothers
attention to the street signs I ain't leave yet; never will, love all Heavenly Father in the name of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ y'all Stick with
know what it is God don't make no mistakes God don't make no mistakes Little do they know when I was brought up in this game Pointing always in da vice from
grabbed the mic and moved the crowd then disappeared dog Back in '94 that was the motherfucking year homeboy Then that southernplayalistic went platinum Stacks on deck they ain't tell us to pay our
is where you belong Eh, excuse me dime piece where you headed off to With that chip up on ya shoulder lemme help get that off you Walkin' around like you lost and from
they say Now everything I'm rhymin' on cause a Ramadan Been a don, prayin' for the families lost in the storm Bring our troops back from Iraq, keep our
sew up the gash That you made with your lash, As we danced to the masochism tango. Bash in my brain, And make me scream with pain, Then kick me once
And one pasta with meatless balls? Ew It tastes the same If you close your eyes An' thirteen orders of fries Is that in here? Wine and beer! To hand
swallow the lies--and our island dies. Let computers dictate our emotions--determine the way we should feel. Turn our backs to the future now our days
day goes by And I'm lost and confused I've got nothin' to lose Hope to hear from you soon P.S. I'm still not over you, you, you (Still not over you) Excuse
DAT GOT ME PISSED IF THEY WAS REALY YO FRIENDS WHY THEY ALL IN OUR BIZZ- MY FUTURE GIRL YOU MY EVERYTHING I?LL RAP SOMTHIN WHILE YOU SANG U KEP ME FROM
hands Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet Clap your hands now, people clap your hands Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet Clap your hands now, people clap your hands Clap your hands
You know I'm fly as the sky Fly like a birdy, fly like a birdy Fly like a Yellow band, excuse me Cham, please give me the time again Diamonds so large, the minute hand
Beans, Beanie Sigel, yeah Daz Dillinger, Dat Nigga Daz, bitches I gotta little bit of somethin that you'll never understand With that double deuce, double up, hammer in hand
every possible conclusion They can't even entertain, or the solution in a brain Or filled with vain, information and pollution Hiding from the truth, he provided an excuse
be with you, the world's in my way I make a move There's no excuse, hurricane or an earthquake can't keep me from you, Can't keep me from you VERSE