What child is this who, laid to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping This, this is Christ
about is my bank hoe (x3) and all I really care about is my bank hoe (x3) and all I really care about is my bank hoe (x3) ya digg? now, what you drank
girls is thick, righteousness is narrow I got my third, I want the sparrow Want my peoples straight and rock sweet apparrel The mother of my child, we
kicked to the back I want big cribs and my man Ronnie to get his Child in a good school and know what her gift is It's global warming, the world is
was often a verb and spontaneity has brought a third But do to our youth an economic state, we wish to terminate About this we don't feel great, but baby that's how it is
after death come The black son in the ghetto section The light protect them from the iron weapon This is madness... [Chorus: Killah Priest] This is madness, this is
bad child Black Thought so hip that I'm square Tha rhythm that you hear is from tha kids right over there Tha rubberband in question just one step away Yesterday was a day
goddamn My lips is crusty My feets is musty Lift up my nuts and my itch is dusty I ain't had pussy in eleven years (What?) I been dead (Oh) Ain't nobody
friend Goddamn My lips is crusty My feets is musty Lift up my nuts and my itch is dusty I ain't had pussy in eleven years (What?) I been dead (Oh) Ain
is bad In the snow Thanksgiving is like the ones we had and it's sad So I express through a pen and a pad I'm on my third wind pimpin' and knowing Jesus is
what about me, boy, back in California What about the blue-eyed girl you call a child? You held me for ransom, like some beautiful bandit Going down for the third
a statement with this tongue lashin In ways you can't figure, is I be Swingin a size 44 bat Like a Louisville slugger And when this ends To the mound,
of my unborn child And I tell you what I see The same damn eyes as a day old corpse On a highway full of IEDs Life is good! What do you say to the
nice cause I texted Haiti 90 lady cops on the road and I'm arrested for doing 80. like hamlet, all about "words, words, words" divide a whole into thirds, thirds, thirds
daughters It happens to me almost everyday A girl will take me to her crib and this is what she'll say 'mom and dad this is wes' and I'll say hi Ma will
day to bill pay With no time to play then what would you say? Still in this world what it means to me Losin' my grip as I trip on anomalies My third
hear is "Yo let me spit sixteen" Is it me or do I got a sign on my forehead? That says, ?Wanna get signed? Just rhyme go head? All this rappin' got
institution. What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What
