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what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
Or as many times as you like
Hey, it's your time
Track two: where are we from
Of course, one might lean on the factual
The womb, from whence we once came
But
, you're no son of mine
Oh his words how they hurt me
I'll never forget it
And as the time, it went by
I lived to regret it
You're no son, you're no
words how they hurt me
I'll never forget it
And as the time, it went by
I lived to regret it
You're no son, you're no son of mine
But where should I go
(yes, ma'am)
(Son of a gun)
(Son of a gun)
You are such a romantic hero
The way you dress and look yourself over
(It's no wonder you would ponder
(yes, ma'am)
(Son of a gun)
(Son of a gun)
You are such a romantic hero
The way you dress and look yourself over
(It's no wonder you would ponder
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growing back
Life makes you rethink everything you know as fact
Sometimes it's after the credits just like a bonus track
Charismatic enigma
Trying
on earth by finishing the work you gave me to do. 5 And now, Father, glorify me in your presence with the glory I had with you before the world began.
Jesus
The single son she had last night is buried under her
They say that the war is done
Where are you now, my son?
An old man with unsteady gait and beard
instead
Get you two bird brains to can it
Like you were two cans of Campbell soup
Now dammit you can just shut up or get cut up
Okay now you clam chowder
it was sess Son niggaz would smoke this shit up
So wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
Yo yo yo we are street soldiers of the dark side
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
like an MP5 lad
Then Chill's brought the green like lettuce
If you ain't heard of the Nerve
And the Chill by now
Then homie, where the fuck you been?
James Brown and jump back
What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at
Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons at
Tryna hunt that,
it now
Get your loud voice ready
ONE TWO THREE
COO-EEEEEEEEEEE
You got it
WOW
Whenever you feel you're too far away
And aren't quite sure where you are
And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale
Or being g-, little f-, but by the way
Thoughts are getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar
down to hypothermic temperatures
Where it at son
Where it at son
Where it at son
Where it at son
Got some plaques on a couple of your tracks son
but
Uh look
I let my efforts validate me
These words are a bonus
Traffic stop you got no motion
I'm a diesel locomotive
On these tracks conducting
Till
ayyo
Come her shorty where you goin'? Ayyo
I lay like some semen, drinkin' some Henny beamin'
Blowin' bitches backs out leavin' 'em all screamin'
I
got no guns, you off to the precinct
Inside tough guys are feminine like sheena easton
Woman cry, woman cry, son still dies
Thrown off
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your
A telling you
Chorus
I was living life on the fast lane, like a train on di track
Use me as di perfect example, look at me an where am at
I was living
it was sess Son niggaz would smoke this shit up
So wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
Yo yo yo we are street soldiers of the dark side
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