Chors. Tell me who but god can do such things as he (who but god who but god) who but god can do such things as he (who but god who but god)He can calm
ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race I'm not a shoulder
when he died you realized you need him here God with me partner, ain't no one for me to fear Hindsight 20/20, future not as clear But I'm a rider 'til
If you made plans or not If God put me in ya plans or not I'm trippin', this drink got me sayin' a lot But I know that God put you in front of me So
handle this loc I told him like Janet Jackson, I had it under control But really I was bein greedy takin too long So peep the next verse but first the
so mad cuz I floss so bad on bitches, And with this stroke, I'm Picasso, Niggas told me good afaso, Now she yelling out God so much, thought I had her singing gospel
locked out Skinny jeans but a nigga's still hood I bet they never thought they'd see a B.I.G. gone good But I swear to God my bitch Bad Boy And that'
religion I speak to God directly, I know my God respect me 'Cause he let me breathe his air and he really blessed me I ain't knocking you but I don't
It's a lot you can find in the lost, black girl Made signs built in lodges, we be in garages Discussin' who we boned and who God is Pro-black like Craig
My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down Yeah, my home boys might squabble but we don't fall down Yeah, my home boys might squabble but we don
This what you call hardcore, fat gospel, street gospel (South, South, Bronx!) Yo where my people at? (South, South, Bronx!) Yo where my heart is at? (
s war? God, God, God My God, your God, our God Is God, is God Change is gonna come, where you goin' to run, but to God? To God, run to God, run to God
This what you call hardcore, fat gospel street gospel South South, Bronx Yo where my people at? South South, Bronx Yo where my heart is at? South South
when its late with the motivation of Satan so they say, but things go they way but its more then pay told her hey yo the phase for today But lust it
platinum I gotta be Tech and Daddy and Hubby But music, women mixed with family's ugly I know and you know, that hell will be Hot for a nigga's infidelity But until then God
And I was just about to find God But now that maze is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage And everybody talkin' crazy how they're AK spit But
A simple gospel message In a little church one day Touched the heart of one Who listened As the congregation prayed There'd been an invitation Inviting
says, you know, that the infinite God, with all this expression, who created every single one of us, absolutely different, on purpose, wants everybody to fit into the same suit. But
