we in all this? We're given life yet we court death. For Christ's sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how long? Still we lay prostrate before a stylised
green, gangsta lean They say money make the world go 'round So only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers and niggaz that's truly down - and keep God first And give thanks
but they wrong in their modafuckin mind 'cause is mine +but rewind and ill blast down to their spine buck and swaing (modafuckers) better thank the lord
Game, No Shaq O'neal More Like Brett Favre Just Like Brett Favre I Been Shot 2 Times Just Wipe That Off But I Thank You For Putting Me Right Back Lord
follow to close Where I think you might stop we all can see that the grass Is the same color on the other side of the fence Give thanks, people thank
I don't play Shit real nigga This cut throat gotta play it raw Gettin' killed ain't no thang in the N.O. Some people live some people get smoked Life
o God The lord most high And we magnify You In the earth forever O Lord You are our God Sing unto the Lord All ye saints of Him And give thanks at the
react But you know me better than rap, niggaz was telling me facts So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me that never that (*cheering*) (*talking*) Thank you-thank
reason, I would never react But you know me better than rap, niggaz was telling me facts So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me that never that (*cheering*) (*talking*) Thank you-thank
okay? [Roxie Hart] Yeah, okay. Thanks... for nothing. [Mama Morton] She's not that nice, ain't she? I tell you, no matter how big she gives, she's
Gas in my tank, pays for my dank Got a new Paramax, money for the taxes And for the plenty herb the lord I do thank Boom, shit, bang, X is the name
y'all broads Y'all mention Fox name Lord, it's a shame I'm so ahead of this game And you know she's a hot bitch When they dirty your name Give a bitch
Harry I'ma say hi to my favorite cities I don't even care if they what little bitty I get on my knees and I thank the Lord whipping boys down with my
for a friend I used to know It hit me just this morning, I dropped him off at school No great revelation I bowed my head and thanked the Lord for all
Oh give thanks, unto the Lord For He is good (x3) The Lord is good Oh give thanks, unto the Lord For He is Good (x3) The Lord is good For His mercy
and it's giving me hell, now it's time for hate Thanks mister for telling me So I'll shoot if I can and I won't [don't] give a damn about playing it
) Ed mann (percussion) Patrick o'hearn (bass) Tommy mars (keyboards) Peter wolf (keyboards) Alright! What's this? Thank you! what? ok! Thank you! wait
yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Chorus) Oh give thanks unto the Lord His mercy endureth forever Oh give thanks unto the Lord