Перевод: Уоттс, Исаак. О Господи благослови, душе моя!.
thank you} I thank you lord I praise you lord im nothing with out you I just wanna {thank you lord} thank you from my heart right to my soul a cd to my
outside I'll never catch a vehicular homicide My music is a description of my vibe of course My life, my sites, my thoughts, what I like on my fork '
deep as I strike at a quick pace I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind So my soul is a threat to all mankind Born to kill, I'm wicked by
i pray Order my steps in your word (word) Verse 1 - Layzie - Why ima pay this price for fame What a shame Im to blame Cuz my soul all-empty
soul? I'm here to wake my peoples up from they dreamin' Kill every demon and snakes that make even Feds steamin' Even though my star gleamin', man, my
I gotta eat cause my groceries on this beat And my song will carry on till I no longer speak My soul is also Kosher added to the fact I'm cheap And I put that on my
ass niggas wanting mine But now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep And if I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take I
, let's go Look at my life (Look at my life) Look at my life, I'ma gangsta (Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta) Look at my life (Look at my life) Look at my
you got the channel but you couldn't get a fix upon my mental -- I keep it complicated Explosion of the spirit cause I opened up my soul and created So
yo money You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin And countin my blessings And pray
call my nigga Sean, tell him reserve the Don Tell him to get the chron' and the Teflon I think they trippin' off the homie gettin' shot But God bless his soul, Lord
My phone going ham, niggas leaving stupid messages. But I aint mad cuz the lord keep blessing this. He kept my mind right, took me through the storm His soul
that I done spent I told my mom where the cash at, my live insurance policy is the money She been planning on using to bury me My ribs touching, my paper struggling, mayne All my
[K] All my niggas, my niggas, my niggas... Killa, me killa, me killa, me killa, me killa [F] Why we gotta deal with the haters everyday? [K] Time after
Keep me close to the side of my Saviour and guide, Let me never in darkness rove; Keep my path free from wrath and my soul satisfied, Fill my way every
rise So I just count my blessings and I thank the lord For ghetto cars and these broads when times was so hard My grandfather lookin' and I'm ridin
