Yo, Ice, you been down with the struggle for a long time, man Why don't you drop some knowledge for these brothers Who want to get involved in this war
If I have to go I will be thinkin' of your love Oh somehow you'll know You will know Thinkin' of your love Sadly they whispered away As I played the
[Intro] N-gga I ain't f-cking around, SMS, get the message, get the message! SMS, get the message! [50 Cent - Verse 1] I go hard full time, duck when
She the type of girl to make you lazy. Don't wanna do a thing, I've been thinkin' crazy lately. Like buying her a ring, I used to be at the party
I'm sending out a message to myself So that when I hear it on the radio I will know that I am fine I will know that I am love I warned myself of the
How did she fall in love, Tired and shaken up , Could it be hangin' around's enough No one was foolin' when we're told about the sense and sensibilty
The angel gabriel from heaven came, His wings as drifted snow, his eyes as flame; 'all hail', said he, "thou lowly maiden mary, Most highly favour
All day long I sit by the riverside Watching the sunrise and the colors it brings Here I can sing, 'cos there's no one around Some birds fly above
[answering machine beeps] [Styles P:] Street life my niggaz Shit's a motherfucker you know? I try to tell these shorties somethin They look at me like
[Chorus] I'm finna win it all they should put me on a poster I gotta get it all they should put me on a poster every night I get it all they should put
Spread your wings for New Orleans Kentucky bluebird, fly away And take a message to Michael, message to Michael He sings each night in some cafe In his
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This is a radio message to my baby And I'm begging her, come back, come back Come back, come back, come back I'm sorry that I made you cry I'm sorry
My Jesus, my Savior Lord, there is none like You All of my days I want to praise The wonders of Your mighty love My Comfort, my Shelter Tower of refuge
Hey Do What You Want But Don't Do It Around Me Idleness and dissipation breed apathy I sit on my ass all god damned day oh misanthropic anthropoid with
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