're all God's people We're all God's people We're all God's people We're all God's people We're all God's people Ah ah ah Ah ah ah We're all God's people
am, puts the taste in the dam Puts the X in the Clan that puts the brother on land It's like that y'all, ya don't stop Because the sight of the Watch
stop to realize That our people are in great, great danger now How would they feel? Would their smiles be content, then cry Chorus: Cry for the gods, cry for the people
eyes As they would stop to realize That our people are in great great danger now How, would they feel, could their smiles be content, then cry [Chorus:] Cry for the gods, cry for the people
believe, we always survive.. but why? [Nas] Still, we, will survive No matter what, my people just stay alive Still, we, will survive No matter what, my people
Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo my people from Medina they will see you when you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen
a trip straight through memory lane It's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all Chorus: repeat scratches 4X "Now let me take
to mine Domino effect, arts and crafts Paragraphs contain cyanide Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods
take you to the def places One of a kind for you people's delight And to you sucker MC, you know it ain't right Bet you bite all your life, cheat on your
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white rock, and then give birth to a knot Your biggest dream was to rock your 850 and beam You and the Gods buy a crib in the white part of Queens But
Hey yo, you know they're killers themselves Hey, hey, hey, 46 people die For them you know, guys that I fooled with Were killers themselves how you Want
papers at the riverboat It go All night, all night All night, you got it goin' all night All night, y'know, y'know it all night All night, oah, ahh,
of all mighty god faced with the sword of the truth like a lightning rod city, states, countries and all abroad spacecraft all aboard convoy are
with his finger in the undertaker's wing Chorus Oh, cajun woman Some people still call you a queen I don't believe you're sinking Look at all the trouble
Trinidad, Honduras, Haiti, Grenada Bermuda to Cayman, mental enslavement You black Gods become awaken At night time you can hear the earth cry How many more black Gods
me And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo my people from Medina they will see you When you re up on your heater all your cream