I know Cause I want you to know That I know Cause I want you to know That I know Cause I want you to know That I just (God made man And his reason)
of odor, made brown Zone out, turn the lights off Ant boogie, what up? Uh-huh [Trife Da God] In the crib, with my wiz, getting my grown man on Listening
I thank God everyday for pavin' the way 'Cause he made me what I am today A young entrepreneur with amazin' talent In order to be the best you must take
tend catch the eye like a pair of " double d's " I'm near not the same, a pioneer . Stabbed the game in the heart with a giant spree trying to see success god
up, hell down, man down, gal down and I keep that hammer do you wanna get nailed down better kneel down, cause I am da god I am da har-dest motherfucka
bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only
kill no kids I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?" Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me I'm God-son, son of man, son
and told Jay Brown Should have known that was gonna come back around Should have talked to you like a man, should have told you first But I told somebody else and that's what made
up, hell down, man down, gal down And I keep that hammer do you wanna get nailed down Better kneel down, cause I am da god I am da har-dest motherfucka
told Jay brown Should of known that was gonna come back around Should of told you like a man should of told you first But I told somebody else that's what made
. Each stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he
odor, made brown Zone out, turn the lights off Ant boogie, what up? Uh-huh [Trife Da God] In the crib, with my wiz, getting my grown man on Listening
tend catch the eye like a pair of " double d's " I'm near not the same, a pioneer. Stabbed the game in the heart with a giant spree trying to see success god
I thank god everyday For paving the way Cause he made me what I am 2day A young entrepreneur with amazing talent In order 2 b the best you must take
Chorus] [Nas] I scream at the mirror, curse, askin God, "Why me?" Run in the black church, gun in my hand, y'all try me I'm God-son, son of man, son
