: You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard But you don't understand
money never changed a thing, Death kept followin', trackin' us down, at least I heard your bluebird sing. Now somebody's got to show their hand, time
great to cross paths in a day and a half Look at each other and laugh. But I don't think it's liable to happen Like the sound of one hand clappin'. The
soul food Fuck all y'all, I never did know you Bring the ProTools, stack it on up And little Thugs that I console to Never leave your house without, keepin
play me cos im rapping I will break yo jaw, catch a nigga in these streets make you take clothes off, leave you dead butt naked, man you fuckin with a boss, cross
Bump In Your Trunk You Feelin That Rap That'll Rump Then Bump In Your Trunk (In Your Trunk) In Your Trunk (In Your Trunk) In Your Trunk Trunk [Layzie
With your head on my shoulder smokin on a cheap cigar That would be alright with me In the back row of a movie or a cross-town train I wanna hear your
knees All my pride is in your hands We're not so strong and we've mislaid our plans I taste the shame and I'll take the blame If it's my cross to bear
end please tell me you won't abandon all hope now hoist the sails my friends never quit, let's cross this storm eye for an eye we capture your flag
: Crucify me, nail my hands to a wooden cross, there is nothing above, there is nothing below. Heaven and Hell lives in all of us, and I've been cast
going on-oh yeah yeah Nelly: What's going on 'cross seas Every minute a child dies by this disease In record numbers indeed Your momma's crying out
God is love. Love is when you lay down your life for another whether for your brother your mother your father or your sister its even laying down your life for your
and girl it's yours (the word and girl it's yours) Just take my hand ooh We can float to the sky, baby just you and I Never let you go Just take my hand
: Well the street lights shine Down on Blessing Avenue Lovers they walk by Holdin' hands two by two A breeze crosses the porch Bicycle spokes spin '
garden before the fall I watch your hands smooth the front of your blouse and seven drops of blood fall I'll work for your love dear I'll work for your
low and wide As the wind sweeps out the draw 'Cross the scrub desert floor I'd give my riata and spurs If I could be forever yours I'd ride into the
up, lay your hands in mine Come on up for the rising Come on up for the rising tonight Left the house this morning Bells ringing filled the air Wearin' the cross
never ever run away And promise momma you'll keep your hands in sight 'Cause is it a gun? Is it a knife? Is it a wallet? This is your life It ain