Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No More R.I.P. Songs (feat. Chamillionaire), artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Date of issue: 07.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No More R.I.P. Songs (feat. Chamillionaire) |
| Let it all go, let it go, let it all go, go, go, let it all go |
| (Let yourself go! Let yourself go! Let yourself go!) |
| I know it ain’t easy! |
| Put it in the hands of The Almighty and baby let it go… |
| 'Cause you need Him to guide your steps cause only Heaven knows… |
| Angels is fallin'. |
| I come in when they callin'… |
| Whatever the cause is heavenly soldiers all in! |
| (all in) |
| At night we send our prayers in the name of Our Creator, we ride & strive… |
| Hidden with good intentions. |
| We listen so we alive! |
| In a world so crazy, maybe… |
| …and that’s the way we do it now baby, baby! |
| So when you feel the pressure baby, let that be! |
| You gotta let The Lord guide you to be free |
| No celebration for a moment in a physical |
| But true, divine condition that might as well be charm |
| (- Chorus -) |
| Let it all go, let ya self go, let it all go |
| My Lord! |
| First breath — He was there! |
| So don’t just call Him when you get |
| scared! |
| Help me to save me from myself |
| Yeah! |
| You seem to be into livin'. |
| Lord willin'! |
| What a feelin'! |
| What I’m buildin' is for my children |
| You can’t pray enough for peace in the world from the warfare |
| And unless you felt the struggle then you probably won’t care |
| Poor health care! |
| Senate killin' 'em with welfare |
| Ghetto-black babies, no daddys, who cares? |
| Anybody there? |
| So we patiently wait for this great tribulation! |
| Pray for the day we get that better situation |
| Still I’m lookin' for my brighter day, brighter day |
| How many churches never did mention the Ascension? |
| Baby let it go. |
| I’m in the trenches, never did mention the Ascension! |
| Baby let it go… |
| 'Cause it’s never you’re time to go until you’re scheduled |
| Everybody’s ballin', sundown 'til sunup flossin' |
| Ten years gone and we ridin' (ridin') just for you |