if it\\'s up to us, you only wanted to go, home with you. And if it\\'s up to us, you only wanted to be, alone. And if it\\'s up to us (Thanks to Kelly
shot but it's broken anyway I still gave it everything, I guess I never catch my break It?s been a long time coming, but everyones gonna hear me now If
knees, Jesus Please, just peep the Crystal Method where I take a fucking beat, strip it naked then I wreck it It's no question, Sweatshirt's O.F And you
jesus please, just peep the crystal method where I take a fucking beat, strip it naked then I wreck it It's no question, Sweatshirt's OF and you can
you ain't hangin' out with ya girl head buy it [Tony Yayo:] Flex whats that beat? Whats up man? [50 Cent:] That beat is hot man [Tony Yayo:] Thats whats up
, blonde and beautiful It's time to face the fact It's irrefutable Can't ya hear that rumbling? That's our hunger to be free It's time to fin'ly
(Yes, He will) Ooh Operator, get heaven on the line (Get up on the line, can you make the connection) I got to call Him cuz something's on my mind (Something's
screen And cuddle up in the bed with me I shouldn't have to ask you twice It's so unfair to me Instead of doing something about it You just let it be
reach all of my peoples Momma, daddy, sister, brother, uncle, cousin and them It's time we get it in for Jesus, start a buzz up for him Man, but somethings
it's simply on the basis we wanna please him. That's the reason we don't do the things to grieve him, man. He died for us, that's an abundance of grace
God Man, He's holy, plus diving with all splendor It's time Jesus Christ became your life's true center The focus of your life so that your life be permanent
for trying Sometimes I think my block is dying And that it's awful To wake up to another day, shit ain't change that all fool I wake up sweatin, dreamin
with the same broom It's hazard, it's you don't want yo life Well give me grab it I was born inside a love zone With a glock-nine young marriage It's
Bay Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown That's why they ride the
pain it's inflicted. Something about the paper wit the pictures of the presidents head. Damn it's like a motha fuckin plague. It spreads. It's epidemic. Forgotten, forgotten it
Boo is true I spend mo' time with my niggaz than I do with you But everywhere it's the same thang, that's the game I'll be damned if a thang changed,
up Before you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing