of their own death, they await his coming. Sweet Jesus have mercy on me. Sweet Jesus, they share his agony. Sweet Jesus, they share his misery. Fuck
Hangin' lifeless on his every word O no man You don't understand dear man The little angel held out her hand Sayin' father, father I love you O praise Jesus
of thermos) Yeah, with a whiskey afterburn It's like, nine o'clock wake (I'm up) spit obscentities My girl ties on my cape, smoke a bone then work my
't dreamin and I ain't dreamin and I ain't dreamin. [chorus] I stand in front of the congress with these runaway slaves of justice blame it on bone
For the ghetto media Don't let the light skin fool y'all I will fuck you up Chorus: Bizzy Bone This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry (3X) This
-Bizzy Bone-Intro- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Capo Regime, Lil' Capo Confuscious first and foremost. Yeah, yeah. Live in the ghetto, we're in the ghetto, War
By: bizzy bone From: heaven'z movie I don't spread no strong message of violence nobody silence me quiet gun shots start riots so do children fry them
a breath of me (Chorus) (Verse 2) I barely made it I was runnin around faded gunnin the town up Comin around the corner jesus I found ya Dead bodies
'm round hoe On the down low And I hit the block with a 50 brown drama metal calico From the O to Mexico, we rip shows, gotta let them know How we flow
and the Rolls Got me freakin? off with some high class hoes You know with me man, anything goes I have shorty in the telly, working all 3 hoes Jesus,
(R.O.C.) You saw us Tried to blow my house down But theses 3 lil pigs got these dollars around the frown If you not a playa hata yes let me see you
, he was stuntin' Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy Hit Lakeshore, girls go all crazy Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout 80 Boned so much that
come from So if you don't mind Let's have a little o? church right now Thank you, Jesus, listen Something about the name Jesus Something about the name Jesus
had, It was the joy of one, To see her ownsome Jesus To suck at her breast-bone. To suck at her breast-bone, good man, And happy may you be, O
butcher knife gets fuckin' used when Necro cooks you take the butcher knife end up on your backside and joox you [VERSE 1] with the water from my teapot your bone
So we could, take over the world, it's ours to own [cap] stars that bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes [nore] laced out, jesus piece, ice the face
got a little man with her Figuring if I kicks it to the kid then I could get her right, say listen I see you around every night around seven o'clock
Blasting away a bitch in the back 18, yeah 14 child bride sunshine sex Big day exit whiskey o'women winning, winning spree so long Skin bone fabulous