Lyrics:
They don't give a fuck about us
Believe me
The land of suicidal sons and daughters
Nothing more than lambs to the slaughter
My mother tell me that she
like it doggy style
Who's standing behind you
But he who penetrating you
You want a trial
You got a daughter and you' fired from "Love & Hip Hop"
I love
like it doggy style
Who's standing behind you
But he who penetrating you
You want a trial
You got a daughter and you' fired from "Love & Hip Hop"
I love
Yo Malik Blunt
Whassup?
Tell me how you like your grits man
Man I like all kinds of grits son
I just don't like them sticky grits
Have seen mother abandon daughter
Father killed son
Alot have gone down in this quest to have fun
Came to life with nothing- I strive to have some
masterpiece
Our hometown hero, a true All City daughter
Maroon Carhartt, legendary graffiti bomber!
Our fathers out of India come
And stopped where they found water
And the gadgo boys with their greedy eyes
Coveted our daughters, coveted our
a song
This world is so chaotic
All I witness is violence
Watching my brothers die and their
Sons grow with no guidance
The truth's what I'm providing
nowhere could the boy be found
And all of the housewives all gathered round
Davey, poor Davey, tell me why you done it, tell me why you done it
Davey, poor
wifey (yeah), your hubby (yep), your daughter, or Your little son? (Yes sir!)
Need your finger on the trigger just to feel like a man
When you pull it
Know I'm not done by far
Not til they say they are the Stigmartyr
Of their chosen subject
If all that you wanted to hear was
All that you wanted to hear
We are bound by the love we feel
Bound by the family one
Bound by our daughters and sons
Bound by one wish revealed
We are bound by the love we feel
livin', why am I remaining here?)
I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceilin'
Drop a body, and you
you sent your Son Jesus, now we dancing like Dion Sanders
Four Ten I'm more than, a conqueror when I march in
Came to God's house all messed up but I
am the melodic trinity the melodic trinity
Trinity trinity
Why did the government tell my mother
That she could not have any more sons or daughters
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
can’t do it dead
I’m feeling powerless and
I can’t seem to find a way
Crippled by knowledge
But I guess that was the devils plan
Because the fruits of my
brown and Freddy gray
It's hard to escape this madness two mothers lost there sons
By punk officers no justice serve what in the hell has this world come
surrounded her birth.
She was taken home by her father who had negative intentions towards her (he actually wanted her dead so he could have all that was
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
Na so3r gbe! Na do3 gbe! Ne ma cash it
Now abi the most wanted by all the chairman
Informat I don't know what comes to ur mind , them say I saabi dey
NARRATOR
The poor girl's mother had died,
STEPMOTHER
You Cinderella, you wish to go to the festival?
FLORINDA
What, you, Cinderella, the Festival?
nigga
And he don't need a reason, he a young nigga
And you don't want your daughter and your sons with him
Young nigga, young nigga
Young nigga, just
most, poor
Or a lot of people haven't been able to, even the rich
So I'll start by preaching right here
'Cause I want to preach to you one more time
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