uncle have fun and she learned me to say life is so hard each day. Poor boy you must know poor boy life is so hard to go poor boy poor boy you must
don't go Well, you know the way I love you rider More than you ever know Yes Lord, please stop her I won't get drunk no more Whoa Lord, please stop
the sights When I allowed the Lord to come in my life And it was like (Heaven, Heaven) But I'm a man, I ain't perfect That's a poor excuse, that ain
angel's chief musicians teach that little boy a song Says if only they be faithful, they'll soon be comin' 'long And so my poor dear mourners, let your
the sick and the poor Oh lord, give me strength Oh lord, give me love Oh lord, give me strength Oh lord, give me love Oh lord, give me love Oh lord
to my beamer with no Beanie Man I?m on these rich n-ggas ass no bikini man I bring the real to the day the Lord free me man never imagined that the kids
about a poor boy, talk about a poor boy Never saw a dollar bill Well, my work was so hard at the sawmill Think about a poor boy, think about a poor boy
! Detroit baby, lights high! [Royce Da 5'9"] Uhh, Lord willin, 2Pac with more feelin Your boy's a giant, I step the floor ceilin's More drinkin, more spillin, poor
get loose, Lord Akil get loose And just rock heartbeat showin you got juice And have fun (HAVE FUN) have fun (HAVE FUN) Have, HAVE, HAVE FUN!!!! [Lord
funeral to feel good, I'm hopin' it's yours Think you religious, heard he got shot in the cross Holiday Styles, bitch, I broke most of the laws Fuck with the poor
my friend, oh Lord You know I hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd Hobo'd a long, long way from home, oh Lord Yes, my mother followed me that mornin', me that mornin', boy
[unverified] Here comes Santa Claus Here comes Santa Claus Right down Santa Claus lane He doesn't care if you're a rich or poor boy For he loves you
On a Monday, got my striped britches, uh, huh On a Tuesday, got my ball and chain, poor boy On a Wednesday, I'm workin' diggin' ditches On a Thursday, Lord
put my balls over business 'Cause I'd hate to go fly when soon as I go to trial need my boy as a witness Shit I'm just another poor with the riches Tryin
nigga, Riley Smith, made murder, one hundred and fifth Now get this, how can I ease the pain? And if you got the hook up, put your boy, feet in the game
thing that money could buy Rich would live and the poor would die El Nino Electricity out, mine's out Cat's been out for days Hear it hollering on the trees over the sky Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
all-ready music in a booth, man, if she catch you Hanging in the diner Sitting in the light of Ms. Lee Opening up early Help a poor boy up Open on
, way to cold Ain?t that a bitch Make me wanna holler, Lord, Lord Lord, have mercy to see Won't somebody please help me to see land, Lord I want to play