our Christ Let Your glory fall, our hearts are filled with Your fire There is none like you Your love is never ending To Your hands we surrender Where all our
That could ever separate us Lord Your Love is never ending To your hands we surrender Where all our sins are washed away Your Grace beyond reason Has paid for our
with me though it?s hard to keep Distractions from overwhelming Cause it?s easy to forget When the morning wakes this feeling That life has passed us by While we take our
and I don't know why Why they want us faded [ahehe] I don't know why they hate us [yeah] Is it our ladies? [uh-huh] Or our drop Mercedes [uhh, uhh]
, is on my dick Sauce motherfuckin' born to hit I get so far up in your ass, think I was on some shit Look, you against me is really nothin' to see Who, when, where
front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is
left off on March 9th to come from such hard knock lifes And make it up out of 'em, hit the spotlights And, once they're on us this is our lives Thrust
is girl, you bring out the best of me And it's like that, you know it's like that (that's right) And that's your plan, where's your hand let me ice that
This one's for you and me, living out our dreams We're all right where we should be Lift my arms out wide I open my eyes And now all I wanna see Is a
find our place here in this world" "This is our temporary home, it's not where we belong Windows and rooms that we're passing through This is just a
This song is for my mama This song is for you Hey MrPresident Tomorrow I'm paying my rent My fuel is runnin' low And I've got places to go Quit slowin
the Palladium just for class About 4 am we crashed the deuce We never catch static 'cause my boys got juice Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads Where
god damn street But just livin' in the city a serious task Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask But livin' in the county is a serious
of speed 'Cause if you don't like them you must like men And homeboy that's where our serious problems begin Because to me women are God's true gift
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to violence, but it's home sweet home Where personalities crash and chrome meets chrome The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street homes But this is
