He Told Me

[Chorus: Kahnma] Our father, what's your desire? We give you things in praise, your name we call upon Through these trying times we have come to find We put our trust in you You give us strength to do the things we wanna dooooo [Bizzy Bone] Not a party, but we did it like children study in school I refuse to get deep deep inside of the mystery to know that it's you How many people are true? Never could stress me out, thinkin attention of who? Mention the representation of plus dedication I'm lacin up the boots Happily out of the wonderment now Massage a thought, never could be my style Shoulda been bred they brought, go and provide some perfect wild Forever in a day and including now, beautiful love when nobody's around How could I clown when it's so profound, you know what I'm talkin about Round for round and pound for pound, Heavenly Father I praise him now Our lord and savior Jesus Christ, Lord comin in on a cloud Never commit adultery, phsyical thinkin outtakes the spiritual Never neglect the fact that, bad medicine, leads to sickness literal I think you think too hard And yes, we're comin up out they yard What do you see? I see them soldiers takin charge, march I see them soldiers takin charge, march [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] In the God of the name of Jesus Christ The father, the son and the holy spirit Said in Psalm 7, "You do unto others as you would want them to do to you" Honor mother, honor father, praise God Love your brother and it'll be one love To the day way sinnin be livin and it'll be alone, oh - feel it, heh, ooh What they wanna do? I see jealousy, element of people in the family Check out the medley, ow, we sinnin up felonies; thank you Praise God runnin and the police thank you Elementary in the love school 'til the women come out to beef And I'll shank you, shook you, shank you - heh, heh And runnin in the belly of the beast I stank you, element shank you And it's worse than a canker sore, don't let 'em flank you, thank you Don't let 'em flank you, haha I think you think too hard And yes, we're comin up out they yard Tell me what do you see? I see some soldiers takin charge as they march [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] Bring that song to the Bentley{?} swangin The wind is changin, spirit be arrangin Strange as it seems in these crazy dreams, lean, on Jesus he's as one That's the real thing, that's the real team, got some real cream Poppa makin honey, not money but the real bling Bada-boom bada-bing, and let your freedom ring Oh me, I'm mystical as ever all clerical, no little bits in the wind today Cannibals pullin out a can of that bullshit That bullshit, tell the bitches plan away Scan away, literally been broke with a script In the name of our lord and savior; Jesus Christ In the name of the father and the son and the holy spirit all of it wise That's why [Outro: Bizzy Bone] Holla back, one true God I want you to spit it just like that Whatever, whatever happen happen They ain't gotta like this shit {*starting to mumble*} Tell them motherfuckers out here it's for me I want you tell 'em somethin I want you to tell these mudder-fuckers That I said they can kiss my ass!