they Jazzy Jeff And you don't be sayin' shit when they askin' questions A-a-and you be givin' me my space a-a-and You don't be runnin' on my space a
to look after, he can take it Not from your mother but we your brothers So I know you gon' make it You got Sha, you got Chad, you got Troy, you got me
is like suicide Suicide, it's a suicide When you succeed, prepare to be crucified Media meddles, niggas sue you, you settle Every step you take, they remind you you
I don't fear none of y'all In my heart, it burns this fire And I don't fear none of y'all If I see you 'round the way and you catch me in the hood
that don't happen All through the night? Oh, mama, all through the night Oh, baby, do it to me all through the night Easy, easy, baby why don't you
nuts I'd try to be as progressive as I could possibly be As long as I don't have to try too much Beginning of a great adventure Beginning of a great adventure Susie, jesus
playing solitaire patient Crucifix pieces, necklace with Jesus See me as blasphemous for I don't need them God give me strength, Allah give me patience I am only a man and I don't
just wonderful I'm having the time of my life Don't you want something else? Something new, than what we've got here And don't you feel it's all the
south baton rouge Can't knock my hustle, lawd, have mercy Can't stop my shine, yeah man Shoul ain't my friend, lawd, have mercy Can't even look in my
you gonna be saying something to him or be talking to him? Well thats just gonna depend. Are you looking forward to seeing him? Sure. Why don't you
in a photograph? Why are we stuck in this pantomime fearing a god who died? One who would not deny lovers? And I don't care what they say, if what you
to meet you saying you've been You're everything to me, You're more than a story More than words on a page of history You're everything to me, You're
She can find over the years since I last seen her It's been some time, I tripped up this day She don't need No knowledge of how she ran my Memory Up until
then I'm a stick with it Short Dog ain't changing, so forget it You can sell out if you want to, homie But I'm a stay short but funky Don't stop, just
my nigga [J] Would you live for your nigga? [F] Do up big for you nigga [J] Would you bid for your nigga? [F] Shit, you my nigga [F] Would you ride for
you That's all the devil do God was in Jesus, God is in us But God ain't in the barrel of that pistol that you bust You can play this game wrong,
know makes you fall today and the people sing Glory, glory, glory halleluah Jesus Christ is born Glory, glory, glory halleluah Jesus, Jesus, Jesus what
stupid You hear 'em now? "D-d-d-d-don't do-do-do-do it! P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us? W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest!"