101 Strings Orchestra
101 Strings Orchestra - You're Nobody Till Somebody Loves You (instrumental Version) lyrics
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Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for You are with me Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me You prepare a table for me in the presence of my enemies You anoint my head with oil, My cup overflows Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever Niggaz in my faction don't like askin' questions Strictly gun testin', Coke measurin' Givin' pleasure in the Benz-ito Hittin' fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease MWA, may you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours Four-four and fifty-four draw As my pilot steers my Leer, yes, my dear Shit's official, only the Feds I fear Here's a tissue, stop your blood clot cryin' The kids, the dog, everybody dyin', no lyin' So don't you get suspicious I'm Big Dangerous, you're just a Lil Vicious As I leave my competition respirator style Climb the ladder to success escalator style Hold y'all breath, I told y'all, death Controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all I spit phrases that'll thrill you You're nobody til somebody kills you You're nobody til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God, tell me why) You're nobody til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God, tell me why) Watch Casino, I'm the hip-hop version Of Nicky Tarantino, ask Nino, he know Green with envy, the green tempts me To make the rich the enemy and take their cheese Take their spots, take their keys, make my faculty Live happily ever after in laughter Never seen Cristal pour faster And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead Three of mine dead, nuttin' left to do But tear they ass to shreds, leave 'em in bloodshed Incidents like this, I take trips Lay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy Some Creole C-O bitches I met on tour Push a peach Legend Coupe, gold teeth galore Told me, meet 'em in the future, later, they'll take me shoppin' Buy me lavender and fuschia Gators Introduce me to playa haters and heavy weighters Rich bitch, shit, drinkin' Cristal til they piss the shit Thorough bitches, adapt to any borough bitches Be in spots where they were no bitches, you feel me Reminisce on dead friends too You're nobody til somebody kills you You're nobody til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God, tell me why) You're nobody til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God, tell me why) You're nobody til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God, tell me why) You're nobody til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God, tell me why) You could be the shit, flash the fattest five Have the biggest dick but when your shell get hit You ain't worth spit, just a memory Remember, he used to push the champagne Range? Silly cat, all suede in the rain Swear he put the G in Game, had the Gucci frame Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane I can't recall his name You mean that kid that nearly lost half his brain Over two bricks of Cocaine? Gettin' his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine A fuckin' shame, Duke's a lame, what's his name? Darkskin Jermaine, see, what I mean? You're nobody til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God, tell me why) You're nobody til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God, tell me why) You're nobody til somebody