babe, (the babe) the son of Mary (the son of Mary) What child is this Who lay to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping? What child (what child) Whom angels
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vocals click to a tune Bitch I'm schizophrenic, I probably won't stick to this mood Hope I don't lose it 'fore I have to bring this brick to this dude
the flame Stain after stain, know what I'm talking mayn [Z-Ro] Judge me not, on what you see, nigga Don't you realize, this life of mine is killing
three years ago When a nigga fight fair, knocking a patch out your hair But it quickly, from a damn breaking, a nigga going crazy Look at what civilization done made me This is
shape for what they make They can't lose Yes waxing lyrical but this time it's not satirical It's kinda spherical so jam me in a ??? This is the miracle
at my brain, infared with no lights on I ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this I'm living blind writing rhymes Til they capture this
jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped I watch my back twenty-fo' seven and never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you know! This is
can see my heart is pure Is heaven just another door? I leave this here I leave this and hope God see my heart is pure Is heaven just another door? And
danger, don't trust strangers Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is What's the use
poor I'm big poppa plus I'm 2pacalypto My mind is a weapon what I need to pop a clip for Huh, I'm doing this for hip hop I'm coming after you, him and
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum Holy or unholy, only have one homie Only this
bollers, cause boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars. I'm a mack of my own right, plus my game is tight, baby get it right, I ain't the one
all the wavey light skinned girls is lovin me now My self esteem went through the roof man i got my swag Got a volvo from this girl when her man got bagged Plus
t one If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me! The year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw