Words & Music: Deborah D. Smith and Michael W. Smith Let us praise the One who chose us Let us thank the One who knows us Set apart, blameless in His
Oh, my baby, when you're older Maybe then you'll understand You have angels that stands around you shoulders 'Cause at times in life you need a loving
Sha la la la la la la la Sha la la sha la la Sha la la la la la la la Sha la la sha la la I want a boy for my birthday That's what I've been dreaming
shit, you're dissin' I got you in my night vision Brain fragments on the street released Another nigga fronts hard, another nigga deceased I got a H.K., A.K
bottles of the Grand Ma yeah couple bottles of the Yac, bottles of the Rose throw another couple shots back throw another back, bring another couple of them models, okay K
Billie holiday / t. smith Always blue all in a mist It's plain as can be You're so mean to me But everything happens for the best You always play around
them Bigga and Pac On the roads doin' shows, yeah 20 a pop She ain't gettin' shyt from me unless she talkin' brick money (Yay, yeah) I need that Will Smith money That K.Smith
stay on my grind. got a lotta kids at home. gotta get it on from the late night to the early morn. 50 grand in my pants like Ivan Smith. give back to
I still will knock your ass the fuck out I bring the hood when I'm travelin' Scrap backwoods unravelin' Scrap smoke good when we travelin' Forget the Mac's cause the K
best Still wall to wall with them dusty Tecs Man you know how I handle my shit, S.K. can on my shit Jump out of vans like Hannibal Smith Man I spit a
great time You couldn't fill the shoes anytime that I lace mine Light up the stage, for the homies we make shine Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K
Hello Children Black Jack Johnson, N.Y.C. R O C K I N G Sun and the moon, earths, stars and planets Before song done y'all going, all understand it
[Royce Da 5'9"] Nottz, let's take 'em back Yes.. yes.. yes. Yes.. the Smith 'n, the Wesson Extended clip in the vest of whoever testin Rollin to the
day, I know, don't jinx it I 'Will' keep a 'Smith', just like Jada Pinkett Baby, without blinkin', I do it my way I shit on folks, the opposite of R K
' Two of my silver-backs fun through a pack of your wolves Front on react and sippin' Cognac so relax dude Know I'm with these cracks dude Yo, one, two Yo, Dirt McGirt, solid tone smith
's the runs drippin when I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away Everybody hit the D-E-C-K My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo Now we smoke
Yeah, L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Smith You wanna hit? Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out