to my Lord's right hand When the stars begin to fall My Lord, what a morning! My Lord, what a morning! Oh, my Lord, what a morning when the stars begin
: (John Stewart/Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds) [Chorus:] My Lord, what a mornin'. [Repeat 2x] When the stars begin to fall. You will hear the sinners wailin
real in the hood (all the way) It's just real in the ghetto From my block to your block (my block to your block) From my set to your set (my set to your
hanging on to my peace of mind that's no lie I'm hanging on to my special friend the apple of my eye my inspiration, too she's got a lead on my heart and my
: Went to a party just last night Wanted to bring the year in right Woke up this morning I don't know how Last night I was a happy man, but the way I
wake up in the morning and I stretch out my feet Say a thank you prayer then I brush up my teeth A little exercise then I grab something to eat Put on a
black My stomach hurts so I'm lookin for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a ne-gro Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero Mo' nigga mo' nigga
like they don't know what they're taking Hit you with the tazer, then you siting like a victim When you pray say a prayer for me, a nigger could use it
:] Yeah nigga 50 nigga You know what time it is The Talk Of New York [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] I'm like a Mexican drug lord my cash come quicker I'm sittin
it takes To have a car and a woman in a couple of states Cause I'm a professional, and you couldn't knock it Because I had to keep some money in my pocket
you please; Just be patient, I'm a work in progress. Oh honey, just be patient, now, I'm a work in progress. Oh, I need a major tune up. Maybe a full
death, a could a judgement tek him But Selassie done did bless him But 1966 when di king come visit Ole heap a kette drum a beat a rastaman a beat
Yeah, What do we do? Jesus, Can you hear us screaming up above? Lord? I guess we were just born to lose A little hating on my TV screen A little
Oh, to my dearest ruler and lord Merciful husband Noblest of kings... Your heart of gold has long since tarnished In my chamber What will the morning
is a preference for the habitual voyeur of what is known as... (Parklife!) And morning soup can be avoided if you take a route straight chrough what is
. Lord, I went to my window, babe, I couldn't see through my blinds, Went to my window, babe, I couldn't see through my blinds, Heard my best friend a
keep my candleslit up, get em', hit em', get em', [? ] Bizzy! Nobody know my struggle nor my hustle. I'm a certified rider! Gave up all my children. Women in my
a man Staring down a bullet Let me make my final stand Chorus: Shot down in a blaze of glory Take me now but know the truth I'm going out in a blaze of glory Lord
