. And there's plenty of time to carry. He carries what they don't want the sun to see They just want their son to be man o' the year Oh, mother Father
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other shit I don't hear Shit they so far in the rear how would I even care I'm too busy being a player staring at niggas careers But talk about it for years
the district, I be there cause I live it Bought this shit from tuition, a couple years back aint seen my vision. Runnin this bitch like I do not care, O
out of hand Ain't have to see-saw, I'm already scared I been called the? And I DC'd this whole fuckin' genre And I ain't in it for them O's or them comma
dream, to join the slowest parade they'll ever see. Their weight of sorrows carried long and carried far, taken to The Wall. It's 40 paces to the year
, And pardoned from his sin. CHORUS O love of God, how rich and pure! How measureless and strong! It shall forevermore endure The saints? and angels? song. When years
a bag a rice Let's ride O T And burn the tape I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank Since Yayo be a fearless man I donate my heart to them
For so many years. Bye, bye. Friday morning at nine o?clock she is far away Waiting to keep the appointment she made Meeting a man from the motor
for so many years. Bye, bye Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away Waiting to keep the appointment she made Meeting a man from a motor trade
[Intro:] It's Lil Bow Wow talking man you know what I'm sayin Man bow wow you know you ain't nothing without the ghost riders man for real I been in the
she just too far away for affection. So i pray that we never loose a connection. Cause i remember stacy, she prolly hate me. She used to threaten she had a man
cabs And bring em both here to the condo (Yeah) Normally, it ain?t a question We would cross paths like an intersection But she just too far away for
oh, ohhh, ohhhh F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z. It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's I came from pumping 60K out the trunk switchblades Ziggy stuff
in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man
ette runnin around New York like he the man But he peed in his pants When he saw us at Summer Jam Lucky I wasn't there I had to bury my man Or I would