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wolves, we huffing and puffing
Blow the roof off, ain’t no choice
Yeah it’s always win, win, win
Even turn 2 L’s into a W
Y’all there scratch your

advised, people
We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes, chico
We read 'em and see 'em for what they are, D's in undercover cars
Takin' my picture

daughters and sons
But the silver from the spoon doesn't cover the tongue
Look

I came from the belly of the 'burbs
We were sheltered from the elements but

people are rich but not happy make it make sense
Man I'm hoping mothafuckas is feeling this shit even if people not we still gon be here rich while niggas

after all that I'm living out my best dream 
Three kids a wife and we investing 
But my two boys they always fight and wrestling 
They spend they nights

even know who the hell that you are

and i, still i wish that i was born in the spring

son of a, son of, son of a bitch
cause the daughter's are damned

dwell in the holy place
Raaaastafari!!!!!!

Rastafari is our way of life
Rastaman bothers no one
Rastafari shows you love at all time
We are caring
We are

drinking piss I'd be in the club like 'we pissboys'
I've got no reason for not checking my nan
And when she dies I'm gonna kick myself because
All she

The smell of bigotry
It rises like the rates
Of the amount of broken people
Too concerned by their weights
Cause of what they're told
Or who they are

of the Elders are laying their crowns
The sons of men are singing glory to your name
The host of all the angels are crying
Holy, Holy, Holy to the Lamb upon

I'm going to hold the time out, it's going down
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

C-H-R-I-S-T, Christ is with me
That's why we call'em Emmanuel
Even

all funky//
Been through this before raising my daughter, im lucky/
And blessed with fatherhood, now my test is how I turn//
Experience into work for

Str8 Killa No Filla

Freddie Gibbs

Str8 Killa

2010

to get my cheese

Been in the streets too long, nigga I gotta shine
Yeah, I might hate doing wrong but bitch I gotta grind
Daughter need shoes, my sons

the violet skies (Amen)
It's getting darker hearts are getting harder
God is making his appeal through us his sons and daughters (Daughters)
Be reconciled

Take No Chances

Hangar 18

Definitive Jux Presents, Vol. 3

2004

and hear the screams of all our fans adorin
And find a wife and build a life and have a son and daughter
And once I'm there I swear I won't care if I see my

to Harvard
I pray me and your momma had true love
And that we showed by example what it’s made of
I pray that I made you rich
But if I ain’t give you all you

we do it so ya damn right

Lady G and Cicero are down with the flow, but y'all don't know how we do it in Chicago, Starters pay attention while I will

says otherwise is obsessed and that's facts 
They all know you blessed

On the first day of Christmas the Lord has given us his son
To prove that our

To all my enemies I know you hear this
FUCK YOU! I hope your son's retarded and
Your daughter is buck tooth
Hope your Moms hit by a truck too
But I

flesh now (It's tatted)
Can't deny god got my back even ray see that I'm blessed now (It's vivid)
All them nights I was stressed out tryna flip a dime

you alone are holy our king, our righteousness
And by our praise may you be blessed
Oh we come to worship you
Don't you feel the wind rushing through

listened to a track of mine
But its more than that when memories are flashing by
Mama crying and she yelling and they're having fights
Just a boy watching

They be smilin’ in ya’ face silently wishin’ for ya’ demise. 
But then I see the prize, lookin’ into my son’s eyes.

All the hurtin’ all the hate

are with the wounded"
"Thoughts... and prayers"

Man what the fuck we supposed to do all the thinking and praying
When everyday another automatic weapon