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God has a plan and the Bible unfolds this wonderful plan through the message of prophecy. God sent Jesus into this world to be our Savior and that Christ is returning someday soon to unfold the wonderful plan of eternity for my life and your life. As long as we are cooperating with God by accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and Savior unless the Lord does return in the next seven days, we'll see you next time, here on this week in Bible Prophecy. Makaveli: Tupac don't front that Blasphemy in here.(Makaveli) Remember what my poppa told me, remember what my poppa told me. VERSE 1 My family tree consists of drug dealers, thugs, and killas, strugglin', known to hustle screamin' fuck they villans. Got advice from my father all he told me was this, nigga get off your ass if you plan to be rich. There's 10 rules to the game and I'll share with you 2. No nigga's gonna hate you for whatever you do. Now rule 1, get your cash on MOB, that's money over bitches cause they breath envy. Now rule 2 it's a hard one, watch for phonies, keep your enemies close nigga watch your homies. It seemed a little unimportant, when he told me I smiled, picture jewels being handed to an innocent child. I never knew in my life time I'd live be these rules, inniated as an outlaw studying rules. Now papa ain't around so I gotta recall or come to grips with being written on my enemies walls. Promise if I have a C, I'm gonna guide him right, dear Lord don't let me die tonight. I got words for my comrades, listen and learn, ain't nothing free take back what you earned. Gettin' high than a muthafucka, bless me please, this thug life be the death of me, come on, and I remember what my papa told me, remember what my papa told me. Blasphemy! Chorus VERSE 2 We probably in hell all ready our dumbass's not knowin', everybody kissin' ass to go to heaven ain't goin'. Put my soul on it, fightin' Devil nigga's Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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