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Cross The In Charge Of My Heart

but still considered a gem Thank you Lord for given me the wind beneath my wings When the miracle spittin there shall be no witnesses To the pain and my ignorance, I charge

Mass Retain Anderson/Squire My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my

in my grave **** em all cross my tombstome and bury me with my gage g [Chorus] [Verse: Layzie Bone] My reputection is solid gold an my street credits

my money and head back into town Driving 'cross the Waynesboro county line I got the radio on and I'm just killing time Working all day in my Daddy'

Why Tha Fuck You Run Wit A Gun Real Niggas Dont Press Charges What Tha Fuck You Doin You On Tha Stand Pointin Fingers At Peliminary Hear Me Vs The State

my g's with the weed in the apartments For my dogs in the law hit with charges Fuck them, 'cause I love ya'll regardless For my chicks in the whips dancin

that'll take 5 cakes Turn 'em into 5 acres, faster than 5 Lakers Lay back, get high, tote my gun around Throw a string on the pony so I can tote my son

on your team Down to scheme, aim to beam, for that cream Cross country track, greyhound buss ride Down to get your muthafuckin' fetti on, you hear

booze Drug and crack and heart attack and what do you lose In common sight, crime at night, danger 'round the bend No way out, yo, it's about being born again He paid your price, sacrifice, the cross