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Da T R U T H You Made

that You made; Fell, apart, all the people cried out: O'Lord, how long And You sent the Redeemer; To come, along, and restore, what's lost (You made) You

a bitch trick Peep game at this bitch as I shoot this Gangsta bitch steppin' rollin' wit da Ruthless. [B.G. Knocc Out] The R-U-T-H-L-E double S Yo it

what are you? -you mean like, you rollin in benzes, they be like p.h.ing you, the pigs be pulling you over cause you Be black and you be sittin on triple

s polluted In extreme measures, take pleasure in what the Father has done Don't get weary in well doing if you in the Son [Chorus] [Da T.R.U.T.H.] I

Rockabye em Nd da shotz r fire Nd nobody can save u Private Ryanz Hold up hold up hold up [Weezy Talkin] I made u Papa I AM U betta ease by em cause

it, you ungrateful bastard And you are, so laaaame You almost thirty, and you still broke in this game You really from Bogalusa, but you claim you Texas Tell the truth, you ain't

(Da? T.R.U.T.H.) He?s in a class by himself, a league of His own He?ll give life to the dead, He?ll breathe on your bones He?s more than a homeboy, He

man of the south you can call em hellron 1017 brick boys made some lepchrons [Verse 6: Frenchie] F.R. are you... cussin out by you Free niggas in the

: (feat. Da' T.R.U.T.H. & J.R.) Hair, check! Shoes, check! A brand new fit, lookin' cool, check! I'm lookin' in the mirror like oooh, yes! A cover for