can't find me now But they're gonna get their money back somehow And when you finally disappear What they say you'll never hear Been working for the church
then there was this boy whose Parents mad him come directly home right after school And when they went to thier church The shook and lurched all over the church
then there was this boy whose Parents made him come directly home Right after school And when they went to their church They shook and lurched all over the church
ll see the day when it'll be worth the waiting (Hey, mama) I think I've received your message Think how I'm receiving blessings Finally got the platinum
damn lame Wanna play with they life but won't play with they kids They'll ball for these *** but won't invest *** Go to church and pray to blue eyes, church
in the store, yeah an you can reach, but you can not touch ever figga, scared nigga that you feared too much? if you scared go to church, I know it
wonder why Seems like a tragic waste of time Who cares what happens when you die Life's too short to wonder why Get on with your life In towering churches
crooks One of them saves you from this The other one steals you And then, sure things fall And all sure things fall He can take you all The way to church
life is a dumb blonde white broad with fake tits and a bad dye job who just spit in my f-cking face and called me a f-cking tightwad so finally I broke
church nigga, that's when it's on The path that you own nigga, that's where you goin Clap if you want homes, and your ass gone Now you finally gotta kill
Now or never, now or never Now or never, now or never Uh, I'm sick, sick of waitin' in vain, tired of playin' the game Thinkin' of makin' a change, finally
[Intro] Can the church say Amen? (Amen reverend) We gon' do one more offerin right now We gon' do another one in fifteen minutes And we gon' do one mo
preacher killa Crooked preacher killa Crooked preacher killa Crooked preacher killa Crooked preacher killa I walked into the church dressed up, as
I walked into the church dressed up as an altar boy i seen a preacher, he said little boy imma Teacher, put his hand on my shoulder felt the claw of the
returning to the girl in Saskatoon Then I found the trail that had packed beneath the snow I made the final miles where the prairie lilies grow The steeple on a church
I'm blowin' mad trees Nigga please, I spit crack every verse a ki Some say Khaled, some say Colli Twelve years down and I'm finally free, crack! [Akon
like Good as thirty one flavors, and I feel like, oh shit Like Huge Hefner on TV, oh Now who I'm gonna pick from all of the above One's from the church
Mongoose and I had a Huffy You owned a green machine three different lunch pails I had a go-cart that I built from a bunch of used nails We grew up in the church