Lyrics:
How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)
How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)
How about some hardcore? (Yeah, we like it raw)
[Humpty-Hump]
Pinocchio says ignore my nose, you can trust him
I saw Bill in the back of Capitol Hill with Lil' Miss Muffin
[Shock-G]
Little Boys in Blue and Red
I wish that every day
That a hustler could make it out the ship
Got my family, bills paid, new crib
I wish that every day
I could make a hunnid
to keep my head above water
I'm your son and I'm your daughter
I'm your mother, I'm your father
I'm alive
I'm alive by the skin of my teeth
Won't you
some
Put a few good assets in my will or some
I'm tryna be an icon like Will Smith son
Look
Every street nigga that dies aint a legend
Every lit nigga
I own the place
Like I pay the bills
Like I say the grace
Like I walk the dog
Like I kiss the wife
Then tuck in the kids at the end of the night
Get
saying don't help at
Home but your sister's son
You ain't gotta raise him
You sacrificed your life
When she wouldn't even sacrifice her night
You
thinking about becoming a cop
So I can murk some niggas one by one off legally
I talk that real shit, but that's why they loving it
One time for the city,
I went down to the place
Where I knew she lay waiting
Under the marble and the snow
I said, Mother I'm frightened
The thunder and the lightning
I'll
I went down to the place where I knew she lay waiting
Under the marble and the snow
I said, Mother I'm frightened, the thunder and the lightning
I'll
And from a single lie she became a single mother
Of a single son, born to a single girl
Single home alone, in a single world
Though her kids felt her
Word up....
You know you like a Donald Goines nigga, that's off top....
[Carl Thomas]
"I got bills and shit to pay, and another mouth
brick
Who you know make hits like this
Who you know get fly like this
Kampaign, he one of one
I think I got me one
Put that on my mother’s son
In
just got to get up and dance
cnd maybe read some books by Malcolm Nance.
I said frank now do me a favor
'Cause you know the election is over
To set your
lost my mother)
Your mother? (my mother) I'm sorry (No son, that's fine)
(See life is full of ups and downs but God said)
*singer* the storm won't last
the lock of a real dog's mind be
The answer to the question chicks ask most the time see
Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat?
Slap me one day
of this mother fucking house
Trump said out by Easter. I knew that was too soon
Then Easter morning came and Jesus wouldn’t leave his tomb
I don’t blame
bands
I'll take your girl in some sweatpants
On some light shit
My mother used to work the night shift
Pull up on you with an AMG forty three
You prolly
that gone go for bat
Boy I'm straight out the gutter you noticed that
Walked in your spot like it's owned by my mother
I do what I want when I'm sober no
the garden, though these hoes ain't loyal
I'm a son of the soil, why I move so royal
Mother, I sober, life of a loner
Lucky number seven got me screaming
us meals
Man fuck a deal, I need some land, a lot of m's and vac seals
Said I'm a top tier trophy and my son a trophy too
If she don't put it in my
trying to save the defenseless
See people talk about change but do nothing to make a difference
I can't take hearing a mother cry
Sons and daughters
that strippers, and some niggas kitchens
And the rest up in prison for serving robbing and killing
Cash rules by any means, so we chasing our dreams
equal, racism they promote it
Man don't even get me started
60 shots is cold hearted
Another funeral to leave another mother so tarnished
Hate they
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