you have started in me As I'm on my way to you As I'm on my way to you Create in me a pure heart and make me new Less of me, Jesus more of You
Перевод: Mercy Me. On My Way To You.
Pacino, you don't like me baby You ain't happy, you need some Ecstasy Now you in my properties, but you have to pay my equity For the lowest point in
breed, Last of a dying breed, Last of a dying breed And if ya real like me (like me) Keep that thang on ya hip that's just da way that its gotta be Last
you get (no love) You show me nothing but hate You ran me into the ground But what comes around goes around I don’t need you (don’t hurt me) You (don’
get it on! I like the way you please me, babe The sexy way you tease me, sugar The way you move your body It really drives me crazy Your body hypnotizing
* Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgment day It ain't me, I was raised this way I never let em play me for a busta, make it hell
is your best friend My mama prayed for me Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?) Cause when they come for me they find a struggler
YOU AIN'T STRONG ENOUGH NIGGA!!!! (YOU SWEET!!!) YOU PROBABLY GO AGAINST ME AND WIN!!! (I OUGHTA KISS YOU!!!) (YOU PROBABLY LIKE DAT!!) BUT YOU, YOU
duress fire question Pressure point temple brainwashed disciple Shooting at me with a holy water pistol I am not a heathen I’ll give you the reason Ten
that's my world My hunger takes your life, preyed on to keep me alive, yeah Mercy's all that you need, mercy's empty in me Can't you feel the poison
wolf and you are but a lamb [roman] if you doubt my force you'll live no more [barbarian] you will end your war upon my sword [indian] "and voices in
cuz my vacume lungs are like dat curby.and don't desturb me when i'm floatin to my foriegn land.You no fo' sho' i keep my pipe in my weed hand.My weed
you've got hell to pay, you better fucking bow, bow down to me, you better beg for mercy, get on your fucking knees, and cry me a fucking river Sleep
where you think you goin. Corus: Where you think you goin. Where you think you goin. Aiiyo, what you doin nigga. Where you think you goin. Where you think you
You wish you could play out So you could blaze, too Before I shout you Or give reason to doubt you I study shit and re-analyze everything about you My rhymes on
star verse- Sliff star throw on my scully tipping my brim (uh huh) Stand on the street corner scuffing up my timbs Take off my jacket Pack the four fith
