've got no doubt He's calling me to be a God made man. (Chorus) Gonna trust in Him completely, Gonna go wherever He leads me, Giving everything to be a God made man
you can get to know me) [Tony Yayo] I started out at 15, scared as hell I took 30 off a pack and made them sales As a youth, man I used to hustle for
the old man, and puttin? on the new In our marriages, families, even on our jobs The new nature, affecting every area of our lives The whole armors apply, cause we soldiers for God
act like We don't love oursleves Don't look around busta (you sucka) Check yourselves know what if means to be black whether a man or girl we're still struggling in this White man
to know me [Verse 4 - Tony Yayo] I started out at fifteen, scared as hell I took thirty off a pack and I made them sell As a youth, man I used to hustle
now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache? And inside it the people made of molasses That every other day buy a new pair of
other men, They've made money "God" It's a doggone sin. Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way. Some sing a sad song Some got to moan the blues Trying
: (Intro) Ayo, before i start this song man, I just wanna thank everyone for being so patient And bearing with me over the past few years while I figure
could be taking them to shops to pawn them I got a couple of rings and a brand new watch you want 'em? Cause I never went gold of one song I'm running
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (WAIT!) I look at my life in a new light -- fuck it Give me two mics; I write songs for me -- fuck what you like
so are my balls It's the longest yard, whoops that's not the chorus Run it back, wrong song, yeah disreguard That whole statement I just made, what yard
made brown Zone out, turn the lights off Ant boogie, what up? Uh-huh [Trife Da God] In the crib, with my wiz, getting my grown man on Listening to classic
wrong You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song And you ain't get a coin nigga you was gettin fucked and I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Right, right, right, right Uhh uhh uhh, feel me now, listen Momma loved me, pop left me Mickey fed me, Annie dressed me Eric fought me, made me tougher
fought me, made me tougher Love you for that my nigga no matter what brah Marcy raised me and whether right or wrong Streets gave me all I write in the song
had them singles though And them hoes at the show gonna minggle yo. Ya know I told Jay I did a song with cold play Next thing I know he got a song with
track I did man, this can't be light Somebody please say grace so I can save face And have a reason to cover my face I even made you a plate, soul food
thinkin?" And I was like, "man that shit tite," you know what I'm sayin', man what I'ma tell him? I was on the train man, you know. So after that I went