to my Lord's right hand When the stars begin to fall My Lord, what a morning! My Lord, what a morning! Oh, my Lord, what a morning when the stars begin
I felt kinda lucky My luck was running slow The last hand I caught four aces And the police broke down the door I said, Lord Lord, what can a poor boy
to you Got home this morning, she was looking kind-a funny She said, "Don't come in here daddy, unless you got some money" I said, "Lord, Lord, what can a
'll give you a call Operator help me please Get thru to my baby way overseas Time's wastin' oh so fast Hello baby tell me is that you I don't know what
on to my peace of mind that's no lie I'm hanging on to my special friend the apple of my eye my inspiration, too she's got a lead on my heart and my
Went to a party just last night Wanted to bring the year in right Woke up this morning I don't know how Last night I was a happy man, but the way I feel
my clothes (Ignored my clothes...) Heaven only knows, knows, knows (Heaven only knows, the Lord knows) That you're the faceless girl of my dreams (Yeah...) Hey, but what
women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap I'll treat you like a queen, you rather be a slave I'll show you I'm a gentleman, but you prefer a cave
they get a chance they gon show it My life is a battlefield, cause I strive to survive Daily busting, trying to lay me in my grave before my time I can
my heart set on heaven But I was a problem child running wild, for a nigga with a mac 11 I keep my friends and enemies closer than a mother and daughter They'll sacrifice you like a
-E-C-T Living better and cutting and trying to stack my currencies Stay alive, survive, the lord knows my soul purified And make a way for my family although
pour black coffee. Since the blues caught my eye, I'm hanging out on monday, But sunday dreams too dry They say a man is born to go alone And a woman
wake up in the morning and I stretch out my feet Say a thank you prayer then I brush up my teeth A little exercise then I grab something to eat Put on a
black My stomach hurts so I'm lookin for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a ne-gro Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero Mo' nigga mo' nigga
like they don't know what they're taking Hit you with the tazer, then you siting like a victim When you pray say a prayer for me, a nigger could use
Yayo:] Yeah nigga 50 nigga You know what time it is The Talk Of New York [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] I'm like a Mexican drug lord my cash come quicker I'm sittin