your life again Cry out to the sky you will see God can give you all that you would ever need New life, forgiveness, if you Turn your eyes to God Look
: (feat. Ras Kass) [Hook] It ain't nothin nice [x8] [Ras Kass] Son I be skimmin through the billboard top for an R&B album Wonderin my outcome Want
set out to destroy I'm the son of evil, the God of Fire in Hell I'm the son of evil, the one you'll never know As I look into your eyes, you only cry
god! (What's your name?) Oh my god! (Now say my name.)" But the magic is lost As the palms hoist their burden, (Heave!) The first-born son (Ho!) To the
, I be thinkin bout if I had a son into this world how it would be for him seeing the way it is out here. Its crazy [Verse 1:] If I had a son this is
t a plan B He predestined to save, a portion of humanity Through his own son, for his own glory Through his son?s blood, said he was praying for us That our eyes
God Getting intimate with intent as you listen to God Da-Da-Daily Down to crucifying your flesh Forsaking worldly ambition cause He's supplying your blessings See God
: Police Dispatcher .. He's headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running
raise us) [Verse 3: Tupac] Now Would she remain in the same spot? The gunshots rang, they came from the cane spot Now look here I see her clutching her son
No need to cry now, go wipe your tears, be a woman Why you actin surprised? You saw the bullshit Comin fake hair, fake nails, fake eyes too So why you
now a ni**a sell words for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as f**k son Dyin luck none supply us with much
the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. June 16, 1971 Mama gave birth to a hell raisin' heavanly son
: [Intro:] Look at what they did to me, they burn me, they turn me Into an animal! - They flipped son, they burn me To the first degree; me son, they
lackluster, memoirs of the black hustler Condos, Beemers, bomb hoes, coke bags, toe tags, John Does Fiends skits them into the plane of day, as plain as day It's hard to reach, to smell God
shall I do! Forever I am Satans son, for ever I love you. I love you, I look up, see you in heaven high above It hurts, It hurts, I close my eyes...
: (Baby) why are you doing this to me (Sweetheart) Are those your eyes staring straight back at me (Angel) I see your smile everywhere (Darling, stop
Exalt The Flag How Some Bwoy Outta Road A Galang So Bad A More Buff Baff A Cuss God Mi Siddown & Mi Wonda Tell Dat To The Son & Dem Daughter But Mi
ya I know that God set you aside For me and now you are my prize Wanna grow old with ya Fill a house with ya pictures Have a son for you, a little