your life again Cry out to the sky you will see God can give you all that you would ever need New life, forgiveness, if you Turn your eyes to God Look
the souls of the sacrificed ones Worship... call for the black god aftermath, call for my return Aftermath... call for my return! As the son of the
but now a nigga sell words for all my young thugs in jail in Jerz They made it hell 4 a hustler, I bails high as fuck son Dyin luck none supply us with
beggar, There is a new God. I am the devil. Fuck your God. Fuck your faith in the end, There's no religion. Fuck my God, There's no God
I hold ya I know that God set you aside for me And now you are my prize Wanna grow old witcha And fill our house with your pictures Have a son for you
Son of God, let me feel you Son of God, let me taste you Boundaries are starting to fall Conceiving has already started Kissing, caressing, indulge Is
of g-strings, havin weed dreams I’d be queen if this the 1900’s Cause niggaz gon get it, and e’rybody want it I’m totin bags, eyes redder than a photo
side Right by your side X, dry your eyes cause it'll be alright Yeah, he's by your side Right by your side X, dry your eyes Cause, it'ssssssssss
don't want to die I pray to god that he show us a sign Now its fourteen years later and you still alive Thank you God [Chorus] [3rd Verse] God I thank
[Ice Cube] Say you little son of a bitch, what choo tryin' to be? --when i'm big i wanna be a thug-- --you wanna be a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah) What choo
[Ice Cube] Say you little son of a bitch, what choo tryin' to be? --when i'm big i wanna be a thug-- --you wanna be a thug, huh?! (yeah yeah) What
yeah, word up son, check it out though YaknowhatI'msayin? Word up son Listen up son, knowhatI'msayin? (Watch out for them man) Listen up son, check it
cuz a nigga too high strung Got a scary love for guns but too much weed in my lungs Still niggaz screamin' Ja's the one Chosen like God's only begotten son
Wrench is just a household God but I carry mine with pride I don’t work but I can work with it to split your smile run you down without a twitch, your
to be a man in this land of the venom Any man try to front He get slugs in him Because.. (Chorus / Prodigy): He ain't a crook son..son, he just shook
I got the phone thing, knowmsayin, keep your eyes open) For real niggas who aint got no feelings (keep your eyes open) (no doubt, no doubt son, I got
Could be a crime that I'm waiting to commit girl? You're thicky thicky thicky thick [Murphy Lee] So basically I'm a joke right? Look me in the eyes and
I pray the god my life don't end like his [Chorus:] Wish I could bring my nigga back for 1 day, taking by the daycare to see his son play Then go to
