arms Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms Creatures of mercy, shoot, shoot Shoot them down and set me free Creatures of mercy, shoot, shoot Shoot them down and set me
as if to knock me down Reality came around And without so much as a mere touch Cut me into little pieces Leaving me to doubt Talk about God in His mercy
if to knock me down Reality came around And without so much as a mere touch Cut me into little pieces Leaving me to doubt All about God and His mercy
it Gully We keep it Gully Gully Gully Gully (repeat 4 timez) (Southstar) Im so violent Keep yall behind me spit so raw I'll make yall rewind me just
I rock the belt and got some killas in my camp, This (???) has got me up, got me ready to shut the club down, Take it all the way for a mothafuckin touchdown, less
like who's to love it? So slow motion Like 3 wheels and triple cheeseburgers ATL coastin' say no more! But the pimp is one of the coolest but I pay no more
ya tied in a knot Lord have mercy on the SWAT's Lord have mercy on me This is just how it's gone be Niggas dying daily on them same corner that pay me
me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. * In your refusal to act
rap or play me I'll be at they crib with a couple hammers and a black old AV Black gonna pay me, still get the smack off Baisley Cause I'm touchin more
Your grace and mercy Have mercy on me Oh God according to Your love Help me to see more of You Oh Jesus so I can see less of me
've had to come to get me where I am today If justice had the only say Well I would not be here Cause less than anything is more than I deserve But I
inworthy slime - wither and die i am myself - no less no more the symbol of might - the greatest one my disguise is of many - you have never seen me among
and easy "Clamzo Boys Clamzo" and the more complicated "Clamzo Me Boys Clamzo". Stay serious. Folk songs are serious. That's what Pete Seeger told me
I'm being cruel, baby I had to go and think that I could be more best Left alone then with you next, it develops none the less Hell hath no fury than
down Little Layzie feelin' the Quija shit it ain't easy Niggas beneath me tryin' to deceive me Wanna defeat me please not even these could keep me All
spits nothin less than hi-tech Lugz We can buck on each other or we can put on the gloves Don't make me mad let me know, if you want more spot I can
in the coupe goin' echie (Papi tell me if you don't feel me) Easy I feel greasy when you squeeze me (Stop the small talk, papi, do what want, please me