her not to come And let me die in the memory of her arms All down the row, knockin' on Joe O you Kings of halls, ends of halls You will die within these
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth. Only, i don't know how they got out, dear. Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met
" As Joseph was walking he heard an angel sing "This night shall be the birth time of Christ, the heavenly King He neither shall be born in house nor in hall
mountains cold Come back unto the caverns old Here at the gates the king awaits His hands are rich with gems and gold The king is come unto his hall
The king beneath the mountains The king of carven stone The lord of silver fountains Shall come into his own! His crown shall be upholden His harp shall
Sing me a song, you're a singer Do me a wrong, you're a bringer of evil The Devil is never a maker The less that you give, you're a taker So it's on and
, nigga [Raekwon] Arm & Hammer boxes, we love foxes, leaning in the Tropics Blood money, boats is abnoxious Standing in the mess hall when, nose froze Posing like a king
B.K. to the Bronx And it's the fortunate one who dies (New York, you ready?) He move from LAS to Soho A few blocks for those who don't know Down the hall
blood spills for days Soothe in Godly ways, hands, solemn in praise Tree of life, more precious than Wu is golden game The wise self flourish inherit, Halls
broads double dutch this They carve it in they wrist, pales berry blazes Straighten the crumbs left on the stove clothes in my lady hair Plus yours the look gold
, I'm the king of the car shows I see it, I buy it, you need it, I got it I could transform a car 'til a Halle Berry by demand Regular wheels, I bend
Prisoners are guided through the golden halls of the palace of the souls. Fairytales that have lost their gruesome origin by being handed down from generation
more rain "Glory Hallelujah" will echo through the halls The other side is waitin' should our Maker come to call The other side is perfect it was made just for a king
the arms of 1994 You didn't see it coming, now who you gonna wave to? 'Cause this time you're not homecoming king You're not homecoming king You stand
Son of Mary. Mmmmm, Son of Mary! (Son of Mary) Little bitty baby! (Mary) So, bring him incense, gold, and myrrh Come peasant king to own Him. The King of kings
I came from a wealthy family I joined the clan because I wanted to learn a special Kung Fu To be a real expert and an actual fact I've just become a killer
/ It's selfish / Fish and chips / Chips paint / Paint brush / Brush with death / Death Wish / Wish upon a star / Star struck / Struck gold / Gold plate
by the swans swim so bonny o He made harp pins of her fingers fair with a hey ho and a bonny o He made harp strings of her golden hair the swans swim