this world, Hip-Hop is a bitch and I'm proud of this Girl. When the sharks come to see how the fish curl, This is my Game you Gonna need a refferal, I
birds It was more like spoken word except he's really puttin' it down And he explained the story about how Blacks came from glory And what we need to do in the game
to) Sydney (a place youa??ve never been before) These are a few of my favorite things We drive [?] tears just to meet me here Now Ia??m lost Unclear Angel
need you and we all expect the same. Now all the authorities, they just lay around and boast About how they blackmailed the president into leaving his post. And picking up angel
Blue misty morning, an empty street in Ol' Paree She appeared like the angel of destiny He spent a lifetime tryin' to reach beyond that rainbow And found
, the 'J' is for just, the other for jammin' The 'F' is for fresh, 'A' and 'D' def Behind the turntables is DJ Train Mixin' and scratchin' is the name of the game
Oh, it's carnival night and they're stringing the lights around you Hanging paper angels, painting little devils on the roof Oh the furnace wind is a
time Over the bridge of time I'm walking with my family and the road begins to climb And it's, oh Lord, how we going to pray With crazy angel voices
Heard about past, things I used to do The games I used to play, the girls that didn't last I know what's on your mind, you think I'm doing wrong Can I
Dame told me, tell you, he's doin' well Due to the circumstances, it coulda been Bellevue But I ain't gotta tell you, you lookin' over us Our little angel
all wood-grain, all good brain You wouldn't bicker like the other fools talk good game Neva imagine all the disasters that one could reign Could bring, should blame the game
? Ha! Ha! Ha! Yeah! Let?s go! Kiss money! Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating Hate him or love him for the same reason Can't leave it, the game
Mile upon mile, got no direction We're all playin' the same game We're all lookin' for redemption Just to pray, to say the name So caught up now in pretendin
front man of o.v.o. I am not doin features now no means no And the hate starts building the more we grow Damn shame am I overexpressin the game Should
Lock eyes from across the room Down my drink while the rhythms boom Take your hand and skip the names No need here for the silly games Make our way through
angels cry, look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why Do we live and let die This the kind of song that make the angels cry, look up in the sky and
paved the way for me/ We here doing our thang/ Cause way back in the day before I came of age, I watched the hustlas play/ Low key, I studied game/ I
It's all about Mo Trues Humbly United Gathering Souls Babi Boi, my angel, daddy'll meet you at the Crossroads (Crossroads) Babi Boi Mind of a souljah
