, All remind me once again: The Best Gift of All is JESUS His love knows no season or place You can see Him in the firelight Reflected on each face...
gun cocks] Yeah! Yeeaaaah! [Chorus:] Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him! Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him! Well I
Sincerely, Uncle Tim, Gift of Gab, Supreme Lyrical. [Chorus: x3] Ya gotta keep growin', There's a purpose underneath it all, divine plan a scheme of all
hit 'em with the gift. Say "Bye bye" to them haters, haters. No more lies ? they can't fade us, fade us! Why they wanna test? Now you rockin' with the best
his forgiveness And invited him to a party Cause his parents went away And left him plenty of Bacardi Alberto kindly accepted He was finally accepted Except it was all
his forgiveness and invited him to a party Cause his parents went away and left him plenty of Bacardi Alberto kindly accepted, he was finally accepted Except it was all
him rap? Isn?t that Funkoars? You can find us staggered in a cipher, Turning human traffic to a five car pile up, We leave them all for dead, I used
bucks this year Sell crazy somewhere else trick (Were all stocked in here) Hey! I think I wanna say it again, y'all Y'all can't fuck wit us [Hook: Tech
haters I gotta send'em A gift Bump this in your ride or in the club Giving everybody what they need I give it all So they give it all back to me Hataz
will work out, [Ashanti & Faith] ''cause they do it all the time. [Verse 4: Fabolous] I ain't here to take up y'all time. I came to shake up y'all mind
lipped him Snatch his top lip, pervent him from talkin strip him Duct tape him, gag him Can't tolerate the bitchin, drag him, behind the wall Blow his
back, hear him rap? Isn't that Funkoars? You can find us staggered in a cipher, Turning human traffic to a five car pile up, We leave them all for dead
Im The Only One Can Trully Say I Dealt Wit Shady's Shit I Mean That Wit All Respect To Paul An Sheck But Ryan An Marshall Is All U Get My Flows Superb
in the hood hate him, drew a vase of him Blaze 'em, he actin like Shallah raisin him This is hydrogen, son ain't live as him He like Maguyver, chin 4 spies with him
Cause almost anyone can relate to Whoever's out of hand, I'm give him handles Light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles Or should I just let him melt? Then give him
t really dumb or nothin' All up on my jock lookin' for nuts for the lickin' Havin' such an ass, the nearest one I'm kissin' All up on my diznick and all
for all my blessings I'm my own worst critic cause it's important to keep testing My skills for future development I progress never regress Never let stress get the best
