When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, It is well, it is well, with
Cause when I go to rhyme for mine I get props And most can't cut it cause they think like a dog Somebody says, "Fetch!" and you're jumpin like a frog
headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East
a killer but my instinct gives a bad type wont even acetate to wipe away a cops life some times I want to cry but a man will never shed a tear I fight
know a place where there's still somethin' going on I got a house on a hill, I got hogs all out on in the mud I got a house on a hill, I got hogs out
moonlight alone? Well, I'm preachin' peace and harmony The blessings of tranquility Yet I know when the time is right to strike I'll take you 'cross the river
hell it was nigga you down with us Nigga you scared when a St. Clair nigga bust Aw Fuck left his guts in my trunk nigga tried a 211 fucked around got
Gotta find these row hoes, Nigga if you woke up and all of a sudden Nigga you was off inna my hood? I'm a, real thuggish nigga, So a, I would have to
na na na-na na Na na-na na na na na-na na I saw a dried up river and a rich man turning on a garden hose, I see a young man picking up a gun I guess
coming to getcha Thinking like a peace smoke, comin on a homicide You talkin shit, try to take me for a ride I'm not a bad guy, but I'm the funky feel
'm gonna wetcha Running hard, but I'm still coming to getcha Thinking like a peace smoke, comin' on a homicide You talkin' shit, try to take me for a ride I'm not a
s been a long time smugglin, now I'm done it's all over now, it's lookin' like I'm Audi, son Now I'm headed up the river with the boat and no paddle
girls Hey Billy son where are you now, Born on a Monday, married on a Tuesday, Drunk on a Wednesday, got plugged on a Thursday, sick on a Friday, Died on a
no Jim Beam in the liver Getting head like clean clippers, with haters on my dick like a jeans zipper When I throw up 16?s like I drink liquor You think
those uncertain things [Chorus] The old man had a vision but it was hard for me to follow I do things my way and I pay a high price When I think back
spending long nights and cold days, inside a bible cage, is it the curse of a bible plague, welcome, to the cyber age, the air's burning like a microwave
: The lights turned on and the curtain fell down, And when it was over it felt like a dream, They stood at the stage door and begged for a scream, The
hyper, I bring all the styles That rekindle like old flames Saliva, check the wicked flows I deliva Oops, I mean deliver like the Hudson River Styles be tight, trite like a
