come to welcome home the child What child is this, who lay to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping Whom Angels greet with anthem sweet While shepards watch our keeping This, this is
What child is this, who, laid to rest, On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this
I feel blessed I survived two decades in this world Then Ninety slid in naked now I got a baby girl Ain't this a bitch, myself still a child I want
As the snow flies On a cold and grey Chicago morn And a poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mother cries Cause if there's one thing that
James, I kick game and spit flame Burning rappers all up out their frame We get into this vein From Brownsville all the way down to Brisbean (Damn this brother's flow is insane) That's what
't get 'em yet, believe they name is on the short list Yeah, nigga's nauseous, I'll show you just what nauseous is We surround fortresses, studios and
chicago morn' A poor little baby child is born - in the ghetto On a cold and grey chicago morn' A poor little baby child is born - in the ghetto Verse This
Ahh yeah, we gon' pump this up one time As we set it off a little like this, kick it Pump it up now (It's a Big Daddy thing) As we send this out to New
wheels, yeah in this 76 Cutlass Oldsmobile Turnin' 360's like he was an Alaskan mobile Sittin' on gold ones hot flamin' didn't really know the deal I say is "What
time is right L to the B we don't quit With the styles of the while in the scene of this outfit The 5 of us with this reggae punk child Break
me poppy seed, this is hot to me I got this lock and key, I got cities under siege When I'm in L.A., the six-four is ill When I'm in the A T L, it's
the words for what they mean, know what I mean? and I do believe in God 'cause I keep comin across all these fine women with low self esteem, you know what
this is my secret garden!" So if the people laugh and giggle when you tell 'em where you live Say "shh...", say "shh.." And if you know this is where
. Lust with 13 Siamese twins. Bought for science, kept for skin. Twenty souls touch themselves. Lord help them! I help my self. This is my circle of instant
with hatred then, the hard life is all that they'll know And there ain't no place in (Belfast) for these kids to go (Chicago) (This world) A cafeteria line in Chicago
