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One Of The BeSt - BoB MaRley

Said I'll never gonna give my love to nobody but you babe (but you babe)
And if I'm gonna give my love to nobody but you babe (but you babe)
So love me (forever)
I said love me (forever)
Oh baby love me not just for pleaqsure
Love me always forever
Love me always forever
Because I love you
Couldn't be better

Said I'm not going to love you baby
(you've got my love, you've got my love)
Said I'm giving my love to you baby
(you've got my love, you've got my love)

So don't you ever give you to nobody but me babe (but me babe)
don't you ever give your love to nobody but me babe (but me babe)
All day and all niht
I said ll day and all night
Our love needs protection
Our love needs direction
I love you

Said I'm giving my love to you baby
(you've got my love, you've got my love)
Said I'm giving my love to you baby
(you've got my love, you've got my love)

I'm never gonna give my love to nobody but you babe (but you babe)
Never gonna give my love to nobody but you babe (but you babe)
I'll never give my love to nobody but you babe (but you babe)
Never gonna give my lve to nobody but you babe (but you babe)

Said I'm giving my love to you baby
(you've got my love, you've got my love)
Said I'm giving my love to you baby
(you've got my love, you've got my love)

I'm never gonna give my love to nobody but you babe (but you babe)
I'll never give my love to nobody but you babe (but you babe)
Love me (forever)
Oh baby love me not just for pleasure
Love me always forever
Because I love you

Said I'm giving my love to you baby
(you've got my love, you've got my love)
Said I'm giving my love to you baby
(you've got my love, you've got my love)

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# Posted on Thursday, 09 April 2009 at 11:05 AM

Edited on Saturday, 28 November 2009 at 4:19 AM

Ghatto Gospel..by 2PaC

Uh..
Hit 'em with a little ghetto gospel

Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
and the red sun sinks at last
into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior
Without the sounds of guns

If I could recollect before my hood days
I'd sit and reminisce thinkin of bliss of the good days
I stop and stare at the younger my heart goes to 'em
AIDS tested, it was stress that they under
And nowadays things change
Everyone's ashamed of the youth, cuz the truth look strange
And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed and it hurts
Cuz any day they'll push the button
And all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothin
Told em they could get teary, the world looks dreary
When you wipe your eyes see it clearly
There's no need for you to fear me
If you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
It aint about black or white, cuz we're human
I hope we see the light before it's ruined
My Ghetto Gospel

Those who wish to follow me (Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
and the red sun sinks at last
into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior
Without the sounds of guns

Tell me do you see that old lady, aint it sad?
Livin outta bags, but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady
Crack got her crazy, yet she's givin birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me
From outta the frying pan we jump into another form of slavery
Even now I get discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back, will I still keep the courage?
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, stay in control, drink out my own bottles
I made mistakes but learned from every one
And when it's said and done
I bet this brother be a better one
If I upset you don't stress
Never forget, that God isn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes I go blind and let the Lord do his thang
But am I less holy?
Cuz I chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets
My Ghetto Gospel

Those who wish to follow me (Yea, ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
and the red sun sinks at last
into the hills of gold
And peace to this young worrier
Without the sounds of guns

Lord can you hear me speak?

They pay the price for being hell bound