if I die by a slug, the death of a true thug Tell me will my ni**az mourn me? Gettin blowed out High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify Strikes
endin up Dear mama, I'm caught up in this sickness I rob my adversaries, but Slick done left a witness Wonder if they'll catch me, or will this nigga
dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin my bird in a cloud Usin de name of de Lord in vein While de people in de ghetto, feel
hill Old Mr. Joe knew he had to go, so he He got right down and wrote bank will He say now, here's to mother hen And her chicken, Lord have mercy now Master, will
birds of a feather; Got to come together 'Cause we are birds of a feather; Or there will never be (Lord, have mercy!) no love at all - There will never
I dropped five guards in the name of the Lord I say Now how many times will I have to slay today? Will I raise my guage? Oh God! How will I teach yaa,
what miracles, you can achieve When you believe, somehow you will (somehow, somehow, somehow) somehow you will You will when you believe You will when you You will
a waking man, and destiny, To the garden of Eden, and Paradise, We will never be broken, and we will never die; We cross the bridge to the silver bird
: A great lord came walking through the forest one morning with a weapon in his hand; Rich was his castle, he lacked for nothing, but killing was his
and researching WAR Practice and rehearsing WAR Teaching and dem learning WAR Instigating and urging WAR Always keep alert in WAR Cause man will jump out a swerving car Now bees and birds
this is where, this is where the sewers will meet the rivers yu know? And the skyscrapers will meet the mountains. You know what I mean? yeah the streets will
know we roll heavy Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down
next surprise Our souls were wet, yes Lord From the incoming tide She stopped and turned and looked at me Lord, tears in her eyes It's only a dead bird
a deal and I really doubt Fire and Brimstone will be much fun I have every expectation That my final prayers will go unheard And my veiled death bed confession Will not move the Mighty Lord
Black Mountain a child will smack your face I'm saying out on Black Mountain a child will smack your face The babies cryin' for liquor, and all the birds
got the flow of two lakes Ontario and Michigan that means great for every rap fan listenin soon you will be seein and you will be agreein even though
But Gangsta Blac, gone kick the past, a Prophet bringin' in the cash You got some gooder, I think you uhh, should send it by the Bird If ain't bad work
feet. He was just a blind old beggar. He was sad, but, Lord, I'll wager he won't beg for nothing on his street. You will find him, Lord, this morning