I find my rest Without You I fall apart You're the one that guides my heart [Chorus:] Lord, I need You, oh I need You Every hour I need You My one defense
t quit (oh) And I miss you (oh) I just miss you (oh) I just miss you (oh) Homie I'll never forget you (no) [Verse 2] For you, I wanan write the sickest
your sins, I cleanse you You can repent but I warn you, if you continue To hell I'll send you, and just then the wind blew and I said Oh oh oh oh oh
in the same} Same joy, same pain And I hope that you're there when I need ya Cause maybe we need amnesia And I don't wanna sound like a preacher But we need
bitch niggas like you from easily trespassing Nickel nine shine on your eye then you see fire blastin Get off my premises A yo Lord is you a friend
these things I've had my fill Lord I need some time to kill Ten percent of nothing is exactly what you got You thing you've got the given right to take
fuckin you hoe's Is what these guy's do ain't the type to buy you Mommy how you slide cock in side you Suppy you with ten bitches times two i'm a mother
- Chorus) I know you see me now right now, (I know you see me now right now) I know you see me now right now (Right now, right now) I know you see me
, let it out now I’m drawing the line between Being them or being me I’m not ashamed To call myself one of Yours, Lord But it’s a narrow path I’ve got
I can fight the case So I , Pull over to the side of the road And I heard «Son do you know why I ’m stoppin’ you for?» Cause I ’m young and I ’m black
you Chose you all "I'm afraid. I'm so afraid. Being raped again, and again, and again. I know I will die alone. But loved. You live long enough to
Fella need a Sigel Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (my life, my life) I need some meditation, so I can lead my people They askin why,
, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life x3) I need some meditation
Wait, I might hesitate, Am I a minute too late? Please Lord, I need to know, This pressure's got me lettin' go If I'm wrong, will I still carry on, And
ya see what I'm saying? What you gone do? [Fiend] Bitch,you can picture the pain,I rip you in vain While the young soldiers whisper my name I'm dealing
to forget Who bought trunks and you cars gave you bitches and hoes Who told you ass to take a bath when you thought you was raw Mane I tell you he a
that Timbaland can't rap But I don't care because I make dope tracks I make you bounce and wiggle, and do this and that Timbaland, where you live at?
for some crass, whack wage Something small, something simple as a pass back stage But now I lay me, down to creep And I - pray the Lord my soul to keep
