How deep the fathers love for us. how vast beyond all measure. that he should give his only son. to make a wretch his treasure. how great the pain of
How deep the Father's love for us How vast beyond all measure That He should give His only Son To make a wretch His treasure How great the pain of searing
The Son is near His way made for him Among the hopes Ten thousand suffering Oh how
motherfuckin' streets (Don't stop) With ya fag ass, gangsta walk, yeah right, ya pussy Look out, we everyday grinding Everybody in the North gotta love us
the foamy deep And how amidst the storm did sleep O hear us when we cry to Thee For those in Peril on the sea [alternate lyrics] Eternal Father strong
and shit, it don't get more lovely than this Blow a hole through your ribs just for runnin' your lips The street's a trip; either you deep or you sleep
how to get it, I'm just a dog You had a good thang and you f*** it off I'm like the big bad wolf, you better scream Run for your life 'cause I want that
it Homie, it's a new era, middle finger to the suit-wearers Lemme show you how to move in a room For the dudes that don't got a fuckin' clue how to do
mad at us for just doin our music out of love Some underground heads is hatin cause we have fun at clubs I'm probably on some government list for my rhymin
waitin a year don't give a fuck how I struck out what for goodness sake I'm here father time patricide need you like an artery hopin that you cried a
't think of gettin' to the top without a problem or so I take for caution as for evil gotta hit on me I've been a bad boy for momma, don't you quit on
Fly A G4 but they can't touch me mayne First Father & Son to get money Haters try to sue us but y'all get nothing I'm the Shaq now, playing for the kidd
and my team (out there livin our dream) Ha, ha ha, Lord (look how far we've come) Look how far we come (doin what we love) Doin what we love (cause these
the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y'all keep sweatin' these hoes And doin' this one for the poor ones This one here is dedicated for them hatas, I wrote it for
of life Concieved in hell And born in strife We owe them fathers, and a family - And loving home they never knew Because we know Deep in our hearts
Doctors, high class lawyers and even japs too You ask me why I speak the real the way I feel How come we call bitches hoes and you call us nigeros?
the years Are met in thee tonight. 2. For Christ is born of Mary, And fathered all above, While mortals sleep, the angels keep Their watch of wondering love
