And someday in Heaven when the angels all sing Well these rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king Someday in Heaven when the angels all sing Well these rags
A simple tale of rich to rags But one that often comes to mind The seer that looked into the mirror And left his sleeping wife behind I said goodnight
someday in heaven When the angels all sing Well these rags that I'm wearin' Will be fit for a king And someday in heaven When the angels all sing Well these rags
He?s more than a homeboy, He?s king on a thrown Now either love Him, or leave Him alone But you can?t do both, it?s either or The velvet or the iron door The lamb
See if ya'll wit this real gangsta guerilla shit [Snoop Dogg:] Have you ever seen a hunned thousand rip rydaz from tha side Blue chucc, blue rags,
feet to follow Support me all you want, don't let me drop a field of land I'm not going to stop until God is my ceilin fan Spare the lamb, save me from
