back to face the face Not me, dead girl dressed in white This is not healthy Eyes, sanitation sin, it could be you Mouth to mouth, face to face you
are cut throats, they deep throat to lay with me I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face
m stressed A punch in the face get you 300K Ask glad now he back makin' minimum wage Another victim of my criminal ways I wanna walk in the image of Christ
waitin' We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation May the Lord forgive us, may the God's be with us And that magic hour I seen good Christians
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we stick
If there's life after death, and if so, where we go I often find myself involved in deep thought I wanna see is heavens a place like we thought And Christian
, what are we facing? See you at the crossroad, that's Vacation Shit is like Fright Night, get you a Night Light Two blunts, Zeitgeist, remind me it's Christ
Shit, I got plenty guns And thugs that'll give a nigga a hug And say they stab anyone You ain't never seen a nigga jaw hangin' from his face Sausage
, check my messages Yeah this P To erase this message press seven, to save it press nine Styles: Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to call you Jesus Christ
has brought me life I know that it is finished I will not boast in anything No gifts, no power, no wisdom But I will boast in Jesus Christ His death
despite, screaming rescue me, rescue me STORM [Verse 1:] Uh, Hate lies never truth when it's televised Devils on the screen, fire in their eyes Put your face
over dope money (Let's go) Bust your nine niggas, Side by side niggas (C'mon) We hit the ?wreek? of law, Run and hide niggas (Let's go) Death is the
Remember Pun? Yeah, check me out Remember Pun? Terror Squad I'll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars Face Triple Seis, the God of War like
: XV] I'm A-W-E, some call me awesome Some call me Vizzy, honeys call me often Gator on my shirt, what did it Lacoste him? Jesus Christ I'm good, please
harmony And where murals stand on walls so grand as far as the eyes are able to see, Ha! I never knew art til I saw your face and there'll never be one
jail Hot coal on your trail, sinners'll go to hell I got a soul for sale, well, let's start the bidding at a tragic death Who knows what's finna happen next? Cousin of death
:1 i need christ thats the only thing i know i really cant read write im strangled by animosity from my own people baby its hard to be nice my face is
[20 seconds of instrumental to open] [Z-Ro] Who else but me, can see the state of emergency that we face Cause wearin of certain clothin can get a
