s cool, But I'm bout to go to the Bahamas I'm like Bahamas? Nigga we got work to do We gotta finish killin the fuckin competition We can start the funeral service
ways, I give you my life, my life, my life! [Hook] No, my rights are not my own No, my life is not my own No, even as I write this song I forsake my
loves us ?til the end Even with complications Through sins occupation For Gods concentrated There?s no condemnation The Holy Spirit inside He comforts like no other He convinces us we?re God?s children Even
my Row Doggs free Bomb First Chorus X2 We Bomb first when we ride Please, reconsider 'fo you die We didn't even come to (hurt nobody)X1) X2 tonight
And you can lay there, leakin, Go head curl up and die (yeah), Tell god when you see em, I'll be happy to meet em, I went to service this evening, He
sack with Mac 10s Triplets, quadruplets and a couple of back to back twins Dead fetuses fallin out all over, Jack is back again The Rippers at your service
: (feat. MJG) [Phone:] Hello, you have reach the Bell South Voice Mail Service to listen to your messages press star now..... new messages. [Baby Momma
what do you want? Or was it the service, right? Psh... what do you want? ! I got that problem. what service you got? Um, listen, forget about what service
of toncho from his cocaine And headed thru Balboa Park Where the men in their Mercedes Come nightly to employ In the cool San Diego evening The services
hotel room's the closest thing you got to home You could be in Philadelphia you could even be in Rome You gotta dial nine to get an outside line I even
I do the things you like like Like I'm room service And don't you take me but every chick tryna take all your shit Cause I ain't even tryna get none of
come through I do the things you like like Like I'm room service And don't you take me But every chick Tryna take all your shit Coz I aint even tryna
and I crashed your party Saturday night and I crashed your car Sunday night when you threw me out Couldn't believe I even got that far Look out of
limousine It's a ten minute ride to the Holiday Inn Boredom's a pastime that one soon acquired Where you get to the stage where you're not even tired
Thou hast known more than all who dwelleth here And could tell much of places thou hast seen And battles fought for honours won and lost And how each service
phase three! Missy now service me Take another shot of Jager, shake it so nervously Take your time baby, ooh you're the bomb baby! Ooh you're doing that even
no purpose (woo!) Continue to walk this earth's surface I was birthed in hip-hop, watch out my services (that's right) Yet, you tried to murder this
be free In a little while, your heart will see Just like a child, smile for me [Prohgress:] Yo, stress is eatin' me alive Can't enjoy a moment, even
