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A on the map and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit
and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong
Then hit the streets with
Jesus ain’t save him,
Betrayed by his father, still feels the blade on his face,
Case worker came that day, he ran away and became,
Life’s truant, pop
Jesus ain’t save him,
Betrayed by his father, still feels the blade on his face,
Case worker came that day, he ran away and became,
Life’s truant, pop
to spoil her even bought her that ring (Baby lets get married)
Ima father of 3, one I cant even see (Kyzier)
Shit be fucking wit me sometimes (Facts)
Swear
thought of ourselves)
Is leaving (never a thought for ourselves)
Home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home, after living alone,
thought of ourselves)
Is leaving (never a thought for ourselves)
Home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home, after living alone,
split second on the draw
Blow the door off this shit like bricks of C-4
(It's Yours!)
The world in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three
split second on the draw
Blow the door off this shit like bricks of C-4
(It's Yours!)
The world in the palm of your hand
(It's Yours!)
Twenty-three
motion only the strong survive
But on the 6 or the 5
Live is how the sets used to be, at the Racquet
Ball Club with music by, Andre Hatchett
Or either
here for, oh no
Two three four run up on me and shut the front door, like
Heavy is the head that holds the crown
Swore I'd never let you down
Heavy is
Damn right! Son
Son!
He was a class clown, loved by all around
He was kinda goofy
Make you feel good when you're down
But one day he disappeared
finished talkin 'bout it
Till ya top gone nigga
Dissin my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son
Yo that's why I carry hot guns i'm on a
Beach in LA fuckin' fly
wouldn't listen
So now I'm on the road passing out my CD's
I been thinking so long that my thoughts turned to 3-D
Triple time that's a 3 piece, wit' some
Father saw me deep in need
Sent the good Son
Made me free in deed
Then the Spirit, just to seal the deal
Jesus, Coming soon,
Ya'll will see the King
My
When i'm rapping my father think i'm up to no good
Joined the military now he thinks i'm where he stood
He's got a lot of land, lives in a house in
That's words to live by
From a father to a son
Foundation
I have a tale to tell
I was three feet from the floor, gasping for air
Trying to release my fathers hands from my throat
I looked into his eyes
all our trees and ruin innocent people's lives by branding them criminals and throwing them in jails, or sending them off to drug camps, or taking all
3's but played it safer with 2's
But I'm the one, so I tend to go and take what I choose
And I know I'm supposed to be here
I just thought by this time
Micheal Jackson seen it
He'd probably would be in shock
A dark-skinned turning down yellow bones is a rock
To the psyche
'Cause women think it's unlikely
what I’m saying you got three I’s in life
And that’s where the third I comes from
Y three U’s and R P
Yuuurp Liiife
They gone hate me cuz I live by
porters & the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm
a grill
Yeah, I'm healthy and I'm blessed but I rhyme like I'm ill
Line bagger, holding down the line like Kalil (ooh, ooh, ooh)
I live a life that they
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