Greetings Okay, I'll make this short We in the house We got Micah 9 abstract rude peace Vic hop fat Jack and myself Aceyalone We come for the glory of
Greetings Ok I'll make this short We in the house We got mikah 9 abstract rude peace Vic hop fat jack and myself aceyalone We come for the glory of the
's giving it diddly-dee District was leaving, intended to die, Ottoman Long gone through I've got to say, irritably and Floors, hard enough to put on, per day
(Common) I spent my day so First I pray yo, then I lay low, looking for the halo Or more yayo, my lil' angel, reminded me to stay playful Faithful walks
Chorus] You can read me in the magazines Or watch me on the TV screen If you ever tryin' to take for me That's gon' be the last day you breath Nobody
right before I slide off It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th Halloween or Memorial Day At your memorial be one year from today All y'all think it's peace
begin this day, my thought turn to you, and I ask for your help and guidance in everything I say and do, give me the patience that I need to keep my peace
stress and strife But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day Come what may I'm fishing
.I. Fat like Joe, a day in the life Your money or your life that's the life Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle Tryin' to eat right another day
respect Doom got me stripes like Hamburgler for my work Ask Lupe the killa, killa, killa, killa Mercy, he's a mess! So immersed in his murk He's two thirds
gotta hurl, said she can't hold liquor Who gettin' dropped off first? Please Time to roll another L, hot cakes at Mickey D's Peace, peace y'all, here
That G, oh, he and I stays on feet Heat with hollow clips, ready to bust shots Glocks, full of heat leaving the situation hot Plot all day boss hogging
God, Tossed upon cloudy seas, Till His only Son sailed in from Abroad - Call Him the Prince of Peace, Call Him the Prince of Peace. Come December, will
m waiting for you Yes, I'm waiting for you So won't you show me your way And I will follow you Yes, I will follow you Singing over me Bringing peace
Well, well, well Well, well Well, well, well Taskmaster burst the bionic zit splitter Breakneck speed we drown ten pints of bitter We lean all day and
can only escape into their heads to find peace in the form of a dream 'cause take away our playstations and we are a third world nation under the
now the sugar dick daddy's got to do without you I guess I'll proceed to the next I'm going to miss your eyes, your smile and, of course, the sex From the very first day
around fiends numb from coke, I guess so 'Cause now with paper, shit is still ghetto But fuck it black, you livin' your life, though your loved ones Peace