All God's children come to harm There's no good reason for alarm Let them play There's always blue skies follow rain The sun will always shine again
Traduction: Love Spit Love. Tous les enfants de Dieu.
trippin We ain't having it Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back Once I hit the mat Niggaz will never get this shit back Spit it
all children, its nuclear showers There's nothin spookier Ya now about to witness the power of fuckin fifty [Chorus] [50 Cent] If the gun spark I'll hear all
fuck you are We all true sound, nigga united gatherin souls, how we roll And that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes But I had my ??, nah nigga that's
Oh God it's lovely Yeah, yeah, yeah have a closer look Die bitch what's up? What are you a lung fish? What's up aqua man? Die bitch die That's right,
loves the little children, all the children of the world Until on one day they ain't precious and innocent any more Jesus loves the little children of
have seen the tiger smile I spit in a bamboo viper's face And I'd be dead , but by God's grace Drive on, don't mean nothin' My children love me, but
? (all, all, all the things, things) He make the team this year? (all, all, all the things things) Aw th-, they said he wasn't tall enough? (all, all,
fed jail where all my dawgs lurk War hurts much to gain 'til the day we all say May your pain be champagne then we all blaze away At our enemies, may
he's still pissin, he's pee still shootin out They don't have a prison that could stop King Gordy nasty satanicism Abusin my children till they just
most is how you used to act walking round with your Bible spitting out quotes like they were facts paint it black men women children as well if you don?t worship god
see them go to school for sure, Yes I! Simple life, so be dignified Spit in the sky, it?s gonna fall in your eye Love Jah you live, if you hate Jah you
, get the fuck out of the underground floor It's over, homie you ain't got no love anymore Do it (raw), the Psychorealm's (raw) This war's gonna end all
her "It's my life and I'm the one that's gotta live", Mistaken prone, thinkin' I'm grown, doin' whatever I wanna, Nigga's on his own, all alone, no one
you are We all true sound, nigga united gatherin' souls, how we roll And that's love for the paper, foldin', I saw these hoes But I had my [unverified] nah, nigga that's
hand it out for him (Take it all, you need me) Yung Berg and the Twista and I'll vouch for him, that's me Could spit it just so I could spit it Flow
