O Lamb of God, I come, I come Because Thy promise I believe Just as I am, without one plea But that Thy blood was shed for me And that Thou bid’st me come to thee Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt Fighting's and fears

"Didn't I fool ya baby? Aww, didn't I fool ya?" Never mind what a nigga say - we go hard! We gon' play how we want to play - we go hard! (feat. Cam'Ron) Uhh, what's really good? X I'm in the buildin man, yea! It's all, good, my, nigga That's right,

Thinkin' about Miss Martha King Miss Martha King Do you think you're doin' me right? Yes, I'm sittin' here thinkin' Well, I'm sitin' here thinkin' I'm in love with that woman I ain't afraid to call her name Lord, I did everythin' for you Done everything

'cause if you want to run cool On heavy, heavy fuel If you want to run cool Yes if you want to run cool, you got to run Last time I was sober, man I felt bad Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for

Twenty more minutes until I'm on I met that girl right up at my show Left her man in the crowd on the floor Listen, this is not my city show But I treat it like my city show Yeah, I am not slow These girls just want me 'cause I got the dough Pass that

DTP we got them guns that go Yea I'm all about that pistol player, cold blooded killer Niggaz recognize my name, I dub the young dealer You better tell ya man that with the gauges I'm nice Ill shoot up y'all white shirts until y'all look like dikes But

Too many faces, too many faces, too many faces Yeah, what's your definition of success? (Ayy!) I don't trust the thoughts that come inside my head (woo!) I don't trust this thing that beats inside my chest Who I am and who I wanna be cannot connect; why?

And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk

It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me They call me the workin' man They call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine

La-la-la, woman like me, like a woman like me Woman like me, like a woman like me I made a few mistakes, I regret it nightly I broke a couple hearts that I wear on my sleeve My momama always said, "Girl, you're trouble" and And now I wonder, could you