He loves us Whoa, how He loves us Whoa, how He loves us Whoa, how He loves. Yeah, He loves us He loves us He loves us He loves. Yeah, He loves us Whoa
you want and he'll avoid it May as well tell it to the sick and to the damned Show him what you love, watch him destroy it For your love seems to crumble
Before friendship He laughs last? As some die young He is still existing Somehow he got around the pitfalls of the system When he walks we watch When he
up And through reasoning dem biding up, Searching for the sign and the sign is us, Searching for the truth all you find is us, Searching for the troops still behind is us
is American He reigns from on high He speaks to us through middlemen And he shepherds his flock We sing out and we praise His name He supports us in
falling apart to halftime Dance, dance, and these are the lives you'd love to lead Dance, this is the way they'd love If they knew how misery loved me
just watch the bracelet [Fabolous] Bet ya man can't do it like me His veins don't pump pimp fluid like me He's nowhere near or like me And he probably
rhyme, too It's so funny how I suit the women They know I'm still spendin show money from "Superwoman" They like "where'd he get those twenties?" And "
Ass] You're all a bunch of fucking assholes You know why? Cause you don't got the guts to be what you want to be Fabolous...he doesn't have that problem He
so he call me back and say ?I told you? But anyway, my paps is a Peadophile, how you stick your 28 year old d-ck in your child And now how it feel to
of that man, for real The Chef nigga, Game whattup baby? I love you, ya heard? Superman lover over here for you baby You know how we do it, we go all
I've been around HIP HOP since '85, she had her ups and downs but she stayed alive. I used to think LL stood for Love LA, He from queens how the fuck he
of bounds with it. Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga, N***a [8 Bars] [Verse 3] Me and nasty puffin', this a classic, trust me, How you gon
t feel threatened when Ludacris say he coming for the #1 spot Ask 50, it get lonely on top You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he
'm in the thangs, ten tennis chains That's how I present it to ya you think I got 'em ten a thang He green as spinach just another lame middle man Standin