ba ba Trying to see if you wish me gone. Love me, loathe me. Hold me, hate me. Kiss me, kill me. But say that you don't ever want to lose me. Oh what
gone, the river's on the rise I loved you then, and ever shall But there's no one left here to tell The world has gone black before my eyes Well, the
niggas is scared of me. They don't compare to me, never gonna get ahead of me! Money the mission ? it better be. Livin' my life Heavenly. These streets
makin' my scrilla I'm happy to know , the slide is the ball, and kick as strong as me Be rippin' the bong like me, can hit it as long as me [Layzie Bone
Even To Direct His Step, Correct Me Oh Juhova, Howeva With Judge Me , Not In Anger That U May Not Reduce Us To Nothin... Order Ma Steps... Lead Me Guide Me
Me and try to do it big, Do it big and through it to the heavenly Won't be no hell for me, just paradise (dise, dise ahh!, ahh!) So what you gonna do
somethin' from it And give it back They can't break me or shake me They too fake to come kill me Think they faith this was satan They mistake me I'm
high Hear my prayer Take me now To thy care Where You are Let me be Take me now Take me there Bring me home Bring me home. (Fantine's spirit appears
: I waste away the days Waiting on a new age But time betrays me And I get older one more year Walk London's windy streets He waits for me at home But
is scared of me They don't compare to me Never gonna get ahead of me Money the mission, it better be Livin' my life heavenly These streets is watchin' me
- Layzie - (Krayzie in the background - 'swing low') God loves me Ask me how i know God loves me Ask me how i know God loves me Ask me
hollars, all day, everyday Come around my way, we gone want to stay Weed makes me hungry, happy and all I can say Sure I need some more Don't make me
mans gone, And I (I wish) Wish I could give every celly some commissary, And the po po bring the heat on them priest like they did R. Kelly, And I Wish
' him or your man's gone and I Wish I could give every celly some commissary And the po po bring the heat on them priest like they did R Kelly and I Wish
or your man's gone, and I Wish I could give every celly some convissary And the po po bring the heat on them priest like they did, R. Kelly, and I Wish
me with deep beliefs, chief and heavily it relieves the stress off ah me not enough artillery, for you to fight against me and me Mo mighty. Krayzie
gone, the river's on the rise I loved you then and ever shall But there's no one left here to tell The world has gone black before my eyes Well, the