Our Father, Who art in Heaven Hallowed be Thy name Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done On Earth as it's in Heaven Give us this day our daily bread And
bring your crew but we remain true motherf**kers still) [Verse Two: Trick Daddy] Now as I kneel and pray I hope the Lord understand When he's gone, devolve
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't nobody left that's honorable they all been buried The Chronicles, from Muhammad's schools to Gods name vary Black people are the promised Jew's 'cause
Y'all look at me and say boy you've been blessed But y'all don't see the inside of my unhappiness Man I swear this shit gets heavy like a ton That's why
my back, the monkey ain't heavy Rock on with the mic gangsta beat rock steady If music should die before I wake I pray the lord my soul to take Dedicated
a little more unreal a little more unreal But I wish they'd kill the sounds, I wish they'd kill the sounds You don't knowwhat it's like to hear Debussy
's okay And if I make it out, this thug life See you again someday I wish, I wish, I wish I wish, I wish, I wish Ever since this money come, it's been
wrestlin' with his conscience His self accusin' spirit of his past (But our Lord knows mercy is greater than his wrath) So in that, I not only pray for me, I pray
caps summer jobs pockets flat It's funny how my childhood idols now be coping cracks Ain't knocking at them, fortunately life is too short to see It's
, she's a friend, she's a lover She's a woman, she's a wife She's the answer to the prayer that every lonely man dreams of She's a temptress, she's a
too heavy to rise up in arms And if I ran away, I know they'd probably murder my moms So I pray to "Heso Preisto" when I go to the mission Process the
success Y'all look at me and say boy you've been blessed But y'all don't see the inside of my unhappiness Man I swear this shit gets heavy like a ton That's
, nothin' but love My brother Denzel D, what up nigga? My nigga Artie, Den-Ten, Hotzone, what up? My nigga Sun, what up nigga? Fred, what's happenin'? Holla Slig, what's
' weight's how he did it G was heavy weight Out to make another G Niggas tried to emulate Never finger-printed Neighborhood drug lord, he'd
a D-10 can be the death of you But I get her all fired up and I can feel it in my soul You know it's hard to tell who's drivin' who And I can move Alaska
"Good mornin', shuga" Another sunrise, and as much as I would love To roll over on you, I cannot do it because The good Lord I prayed to him And he
of Eve We'd be in Eden still C'est moi, c'est moi, the angels have chose To fight their battles below And here am I, as pure as a prayer Incredibly
