O come little children come one and come all, and see what our Father on earth with his love, has sent for his people on earth with his love, has sent
O come, little children, O come one and all, To Bethlehem haste, to the manger so small, God's son for a gift has been sent you this night To be your
shit O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O
of your eyes I'm gonna miss you Your laughter, tears, your humor, and that crooked little smile And I'm gonna miss the plans and dreams we had that never will come
' through the door with the bone flow Nigga was creepin' on a come up, doin' it for the love of money 1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come
the ho took me to court and say she want do Now the bitch has got the people in my business They come to find out, ain't even one of my children You
don't fuckin' care If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children When I ride mine like
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ] Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
get along Okay children quiet down, quiet down Children I'd like to introduce Our new substitute teacher for the day His name is Mr. Shady Children
say o'er many miles away It was those outlaws yeah Frank and Jesse James Well Jesse had a wife To mourn for his life Three children Now they were brave Well that dirty little
Hello Children Black Jack Johnson, N.Y.C. R O C K I N G Sun and the moon, earths, stars and planets Before song done y'all going, all understand it
I don't fuckin' care If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children When I ride mine like
arc in the dark A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in ya heart Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I come another way If you ain't got
and twice as wise A fire in his nose and a bow in his back Can't nobody ride him but Boss Jack Come on children, bend your back Work a little faster
the shit, yall ain't even the doodoo I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my Toobos So I'm slappin you fools with wooden paddles you stupid Baby sittin' low baskets like little afternoon children
try to take my murders to the highest extreme Make everybody scream, open up some spleens Still hearin' the blood spillin' It's just a little dream that
