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Letras:Prime Minister. Prime Time Part 2: The Millenium. Lift 'em Up.


[Chorus]
I came to lift em up
[x8]

[Prime Minister]
Well the Prime is Heaven sent
The myth is eralavant
And it be Prime droppin dimes
On the spirits that Hell's sent
Raised as a G, I was paid as a G
Over whelmed in sin, and was saved as a G
In 93 got on the scene so we souls for life
Matter a fact we chose the life, thats why we souljahs right
And we be steppin packin weapons and we livin for Christ
In my mind, flesh and time, what is it gon be like to fight
Where Ive been, keep me ready LORD
Its time to do, everything that Prime would do
To stay in line wit you
They say it's a cruel world, saints I aint scared
Im holdin on to the promise, all the blood was shed
Im sick and tired of these games, how they play me for money
Only use me and abuse me, makin jokes like its funny
These silly devils whats up, cause I cant stand this rain
Of course I'm gon floss it up and I'm gon ease the pain

[Chorus]
Kid what up, we be floss it up
Brothers like Prime Minister, floss it up
Brothers thru the Mid West, we be floss it up
And we's bout to drop flesh, we be tossin up
Brothers in the South, we been flossin up
Brothers in the East, we be flossin up
Brothers in the North, we be flossin up
And you can tell by these Z, we be tossin up

[Prime Minister]
On my mentle on my body lable me mentle it seems
To drop evangalistic for commision to plant some seeds
Holla glory as I do it, glory echos the hall
Turn up the bass a couple notches I'm vibratin the walls
Wake up the dead bring em back, thats what I'm called to do
Rivitalize, open eyes, thats what I'm called to do
They say they hate me, they wanna take me, get that stuffl out my face
Cause it was God who sent His son, who went and died in my place
Cause I dont think I can take those kinda of flames they got
And I dont think I can stand up to a flame so hot
Im prayin LORD help me homies, from the snake in the grass
And set em free, dont want to see another G in his casket
Ball player bustin caps look at how many tricks
That it takes to come wit you, after one little figga
If you were smart you would of listen to your family and friends
Cause they told you your life was about to end

[Chorus]

[Prime Minister]
I feel highly educated in this game of shame
Layin hands to deliever not to flaunt my rings
If you wanna get the word, spends some time wit you
And at the altar when He heals, stand in line wit you
See I remember what it took when Jesus blessed me wit mine
So dedication lots of prayin and I stayed in line
I thank God for His son and the spirit to be
That I signed on the line, gettin mine from the tree
So our we sold out, MAJOR, its weed to blame
Why'd you turn your back in God and stop believin man
Why'd did the government put a grasp on the way that you think
They got you brothers on route to get our mothers on link
They got our sisters givin birth to a fatherless child
I dont know, cant grow, its crampin my style
And all this while I'ma shed this tear
Release this problem to the LORD keep rebukin my fear

[Chorus]
Prime Time Part 2: The Mil