'm the project like Marcy or the Nickerson Gardens Comfortable dawg, Compton to Harlem, any city ghetto or hood Kick back, blowin, listen to Marvin Get head, count
lot like J-Prince [Chorus] [Verse 2:] In '99 i studied +The Chronic+ inside out, a +Doggystyle+ for breakfast, lunch was +Reasonable Doubt+ I ain't know how to count
Muhammad Words of Minister Farrakhan Been true, be loyal, know your roots, water your soil Stop fightin amongst ourself from birth we royal Who's king we fightin over a crown
After three days that i was gone I told myself I'd never come home. I saw you were back in town With your new boy; A toy you wear like a crown, A puzzle
Don't let the sun beat you down Steal your crown Hold your head to the ground Just keep on walking Don't let your soul lose control Let you roll down
me Because you made a little album got a royalty check But your friends don't give you no respect Spending my money using my style They wore my crown
(feat. Sheryl Crow) When the darkness leaves you lonely Or the world tries to push you away When your sky is looking troubled You can count on me cause
the prowl, loosen the noose of your doubts We're here to take back what used to be ours So make your last words count like grooms choosing their vows
em leave 'em alone! As sure as we're alive today and death is inveitable he's waitin' there watching through the eyes of a crow fo' sho' I know yo [
hilltop trees And all our footprints in the snow And the evening glow leaving Low night noise in the wintertime I wake beside you on the floor Counting
wake up on the doctors table where life and death are up for grabs I'm comin I'm comin you better shoot me Kill the pain and count the scabs no no no
procession) CHORUS Ring out the bells Upon this day of days! May all the angels Of the Lord above In jubilation Sing their songs of praise! And crown
Call Me Young Wheezy, Rodregous You Know I'm Gettin You Hot, Hot As The Kendrick, Ya Know And I Keep The Crown Bat Swingin, Swingin That At Iron Pitch
I gotta go to work It's cool [Lupe Fiasco - Verse 1] I wipe the cold from my eye Stationed in Antarctica, coldest nigga alive Flow is Armageddon might smite crows
When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died My Richest gain I count but loss And pour contempt on all my pride See from His head