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of first dates? Are you after some thrill? (Are ya? Are ya?) We went out on a Sunday But by Wednesday I knew it wasn't real So when you hear this song Don't
shine When we see your face The sunshines, and your son's shine That look you can't replace When your son's shine And we see your face I pray this
died Who am I in my place To contemplate suicide? In those times I try to remember That we could be free, truly If we only knew we were slaves
and sniffin powders Here we come, straight from the slums, Dynamic Duo son Ghost Rider Jonathan and Soul Brother Number One [Chorus: repeat 2X (sampled
that, my son, he graduated eighth grade and we still waitin' Matter of fact, he hasn't hugged, kissed, or touched any of his grandchildren And they
showing niggas her rings I said bitch, I ain't impressed with that Why the fuck is every briefcase short by at least ten stacks We had a mil' in each
back and pull strings Yeah yeah Used to have that fuckin' title by name Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah You ain't
, then days went by, then days went by, Here I am I Knew Shawn since we was little niggas son since we were seven Armed robbery, first degree, my man did
the sons of adoption, redeem daughters of zion esteem A ward out, port out, escort out the loophole I'm a holy ghost, host, host, holy ghost Host a ward out,
And while chasing an elusive snowflake That was determined to reach the ground She bumped into the businessman passing by And nearly knocked him down
the verse, That drives death in a hearse, This might be the worse sickness not seen by a nurse Being a fiend for the herb! That fantastic flower Always be
to gain on that Cadillac. Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass. Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas? We had flames comin' from out
knew the ropes I got a blender in my suitcase, can get it to you for the two-eight Bitches sayin' I'm two-faced, that debit card my new bae Once that
cold I said enough Phones been ringing less and less From the contacts that I've had Was more than my Patna yea Seen you like my brother yea But I knew
to me We still here, I did my very best Oh, oh, but can't you see Until they work real hard Uh, I was supposed to have it all by 25 Been figured out
Who are we fooling? Hell is hot, fire is proven To burn for eternity, return of the student That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot
Ight, now, this is how we gon' do this shit Youknowhatimsaying? Niggaz wassn't out in the streets back then When was doing this shit son, you
like Michigan Ayy, look at what we livin' in, here we go with this again I just keep on talkin', but I guess that you ain't listenin' Rather run
that, my son, he graduated eighth grade and we still waitin' Matter of fact, he hasn't hugged, kissed, or touched any of his grandchildren And they
the beat like it's my only son, my DNA And this that southern playeristic like we was in the eight Back in the day, I was young, broke and infamous
that we didn't chill together We was hangin' in my dorm room, we would write them rhymes Then record 'em in my closet cause we was next to shine Even
fuck is you mad at? I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at? Tell me, what the fuck
We didn't know what was good for us We knew we had each other and that was good enough And such a hunger for the music that wouldn't budge Doin this
showing niggas her rings I said bitch, I ain't impressed with that Why the fuck is every briefcase short by at least ten stacks We had a mil' in each
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