Lyrics:
being his girl to just being his fool
[Chorus]
Your little girl needs a daddy I agree but the fool is far from that
Any boy can be a father, that
love with someone else
Ur little girl needs a daddy I agree but the
fool is far from that
Any boy can be a father that ain't reason
enough 2 keep
when the meek take the planet
I can get a little piece with my name on it
The only problem is by then I won't want it
I'm in the backyard praying
the shit
Bitch, my momma was the first person to
Show me how to cook it
I was at home serving cookies
For little niggas playing hooky
Every nigga want it
cry
I apologize a trillion times
My baby's drama mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them boys come from her neighborhood
To the studio
up in the 'rarri
And the shades down low when I got the Mazerati
Cos I shine so bright with my girls by my side
If he can't deal, tell 'em bitch boy
Matter, stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Black Lives Matter, stayin' alive
When you raise a man from a little boy
cnd they gun him down for a plastic toy
forever
We were forged by some holy fire
Far away eyes
Filled with sadness and joy
Contradiction, benediction, Alabama boy
There's a raft on the river
at Darlington.
How in the world could a nine-year-old child
hit 197 in a time trial?
The man said Momma ought to be ashamed...
"but by the way son, tell us what's
Sweet pushcarts gently gliding by.
The great big city's a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy --
We'll turn Manhattan
Into an isle of joy.
We'll go
that's what you deserve
That's what you deserve
Boy, just be yourself
If people don't like you for being yourself
Fuck 'em!
I'm just a crazy little
Long
son
A grand little lad were young Albert
All dressed in his best, quite a swell
With a stick with an horse's head handle
The finest that Woolworth's
environed in a little Negro pew.
Down front sat a young couple nearly wild.
On the altar was a coffin, in the coffin was a child.
Rose a sad old Negro
know a lotta styles, some see
But listen, stop it child it's a done D
I come to ya block, stop and style it's that one V
Gators straight from
Long time ago in Bethlehem
So the Holy Bible said
Mary’s boy child Jesus Christ
Was born on Christmas Day
Hark, now hear the angels sing
A king was
Cause if it sound right then I'm Riding
If it sound right then you'll like it
When the lights was off you stood by me
Now the boy is 23 with no wifey
cockney boys will chiv your face
You mug no love, every colour mentality thug
But we take it to a whole 'nother level
Little girls gettin' shot in the
Back
A single mother
Struggles hard;
Her child's neglected,
In her own backyard.
An absent father;
The T.V.'s on;
A little reminder
That hope is
Gypsy woman told my mama 'while 'fore I was born
Got a boy child comin' mama he'll be a bad one, now
I'll make all you little girls turn your heads
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
exciting amnesty
This moment flowed breathlessly
The outlaw brawler by side is destiny
Calm disposition ostensibly
Immediately lauded him ineffably
Both
a Kapatown beast, a hood baby
I ain floss, I'm too grateful, boy the kasi life dangerous
When they call us for that saucin they should know they should know
Skit
The kid from Africa,precisely Ghana
One of the best to ever gab the mic
He represents MTK , represents the youth of Africa
He use to go by
That's me
It started with belief but shit's in my genes
Know that I represent me
I don't need no one else to believe
Just gotta little dream that I gotta
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