gonna get busy [Chorus] I get busy like the mother fucker Sean Paul You're damn right about your boys Ain't nothing but a... hore So niggers... you were called... Lord have mercy
feel me? Imagine life on the yard Or tryin' get that dollar on some shitty ass job Imagine Biggie with his son Imagine Pac gettin' call pop 'bout one Imagine a mother
's darling Nobody cares for me When I was but a young lad Mother was taken from home Now I have no one to love me No one to call me their own While
he died for me? To the darkest day in A.D. 33 Came the mercy and compassion of eternity Sent there by a Father with love beyond His tears Blameless One
one I throw myself into the arms of mercy There's still hope for the runaway son And for your love I'd go hungry and thirsty I need a savior and you're the one
teeming shore Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me." Blessed are the persecuted And blessed are the pure in heart Blessed are the merciful
Let us pray Heavenly Father Hear a nigga down here Before I go to sleep Tell me, who do you believe in? Who do you believe in? I see mothers in black
Why niggas be actin' like they know me? Then talkin' my shit All on my dick now nigga you know what we call them I'm running from nobody and nothing mother
, only one (bizzy bizzy) Mercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n momma she loves me, Mercy Mary, Mercy Mary, Mercy
be preachin your name certainly Bumbling and stumbling baby we still comin Harmony army sent you, from the land mothering Brotherly, Heavenly Father tryna help 'em Smother me in your mercies
weary world of woe Heart burnin', still yearnin' No one on earth would ever know They say, prayer has the power to heal So pray from the mother In the
was a little boy Mother still used to [Incomprehensible] I used to wonder what my mother was doing, have mercy, Lord I stepped out one morning found mother
Baby, come back and take this hurt off me 'Cause I'm too young to be in misery, now Baby, come back and take this hurt off me I knocked on my mother'
I'm shoutin' Bamalama Way down in Louisiana Well, well, well Nobody's gonna set him down Lord have mercy on my soul How many chickens have I stole One
place to go And my dear mother left me When I was quite young - When I was quite young And my dear mother left me When I was quite young - When I was quite young She said "Lord, have mercy
Take a bottle drink it down Pass it around Pass it a Take a bottle drink it down Pass it a, pass it a, pass it around One night a thunder cracked Mercy
your attention! Well, could it be? How often I've asked that question Well, then in quick succession We had babies, one, two, three We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly They were their mother
Now, the Diamond Queen saw Muds ordeal Began to think of her long lost son Fell to her knees with a mother's mercy And prayed to the angels every one
