O come, little children, O come one and all, To Bethlehem haste, to the manger so small, God's son for a gift has been sent you this night To be your
O come little children come one and come all, and see what our Father on earth with his love, has sent for his people on earth with his love, has sent
he says what's going on Mother cries just believe, our little baby's gone [Chorus 1:] Do you know where your children are? Because it's not 12 O'clock
Ortiz] I should be the one that goes slow Get a stopwatch, clock my flow Hit the button on top watch the drug drop O O dot dot O, Yaowa When I drop I
O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie; Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The
(Phillips Brooks (1835-1893), 1868) O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by;
death'll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand o'er your
and say she want do Now the bitch has got the people in my business, (all in my business) They come to find out, ain't even one of my children You illin
through the door with the Bone flow Nigga was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money 1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come
should be the one that goes slow Get a stopwatch, clock my flow Hit the button on top watch the drug drop O O dot dot O, Yaowa When I drop I go outer