century, a buried mess of bones, help me Help me to give myself the way that you've given you Help me to be the helping hand that makes a dream come true Choir
You're a sacrificial suicide Like a dog that's been sodomized (Stand up!) All the white boys (Sit down!) And the black girls (Stand up!) You're the
set Hip-Hop's the new WWF What do you rap or do you wrestle? Niggaz love to forget We got til it's gone, you think you on, you still hustlin backwards
?s the new WWF What do you rap or do you wrestle? Niggas love to forget We got til it?s gone, you think you on, you still hustlin? backwards Your topical
pain Blue ink replaced the blood in my veins Thug in this game, flooded up rings Cluttered up change, quick to pop a slug in your brain If you a killer
for what? TO avoid bein stuck and blazed up Laced up, struck from the waste up, embraced by the muts in the cut Bullets sizzle up, leave you fist fucked
Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud - make you proud! Took me some tiiiiime (took me some time) now I seeeee Heeeee resiiiides (Heeee resiiiides) in me (in me
I'm not havin', uh, no, I'm not havin' it You heard what I said, don't make me raise my voice And I know ya'll don't want me to call me boys M.A.F.I
workin' Workin' while you flirtin', workin' while you jerkin' Workin' while the world is turnin' and these cities burnin' God is always workin', workin' while you learnin' Workin' while you
her She holds tight, me and the Bible On the back seat of my motorcycle Left her daddy standin' there preachin' to the choir, you see God love her Oh, me
choir And I begged them brothers, sisters, help me please I said when I give you a signal I said when I raise up my hand Won't you please join with
stand for naught And so we have decided, are you listenin', Brother Ira? You'll have to stop your singin' it's messin' up our choir The old man raised
give me no excuses that you turned your little life around You were born into violence You weave pain, ain't nuttin' but a g thang Anyway, you better get him 'fore he get you
Take 'em out, take 'em out, bring 'em out dead Shine 'em up, shine 'em up, shine the bald head One gun, two gun, three gun, four You're, mine, it's all
, Mrs. Clancy, "What was that?" In Memphis, Tennesse A teacher raised the window closest to the river And the children in her classroom Swore they heard a choir
jeans And brings out the devil in me She likes kickin' up a lil' sawdust on her halo You can find her in the choir loft every Sunday Winkin' at me,
to see As the choir sang, "I surrender all" The squirrel ran up Harv Newlan's coveralls Harv leaped to his feet and said, "Somethin's got a hold on me
blue jeans And brings out the devil in me.. She likes kickin up a lil sawdust on her halo You can find her in the choir loft every Sunday, Winkin at me