Lyrics:
sons and bury your daughters
They were your property!
The good old days called
Told them that they sucked
The good old days called
Told them to get
made of gold
As if your life depends upon it
Swim
For the sake of all your sons and daughters
Because they are the ones you love
In the clutch
Oh my brothers, my sisters, sons and daughters tell me, do you feel at peace?
And this feeling that I'm craving cant be replaced by anything EYE need
Luba, it was only the finest wine
Means or no means
Only the finest place to dine
Paris in the sixties you had three sons
Handsome husband by your
was, I had a buzz
But all that shit stopped when I got popped by the fuzz
A couple niggas kept that shit true indeed
But not the ones I used to bail
And now I'm back again, quite lyrical, to kick my bass
Energized by another plane
By logical fanatics, when trying to examine my brain
They can't beat me
Jesus he crucified
Don't reply me with alhiee
Always Giving
Me horny vibes
Can't even stay by side
My homie
I swear he called you habibi
I disappear like
like the devil, I feel
Like the son of the demons
I feel like the murkiest one (no way)
I seen a T, turn that bitch upside down
Gas on me like Tabatinga
origin in reality
Is buried by focusin' on our differences and this is called insanity
Race war is a distraction from the class war
I motivate on Black
doubted me
Perspective changed admirably
Swear to christ, building this life for my daughter's sake
Play the hate, constant rewind just to motivate
All love
liars
I heard he a liar, choke him with a wire
You workin with 12 and they called back for hire
I just sit back and laugh and get higher and higher
pulling on my trigger
I'm leaving his mother to find him in a pool of blood
What's it called
When narcs all get together?
A rat pack?
Unless you got names
goes hey, hey, hey
All my people stand up and fight with me
Cuz they can't
Hold us back no more son its judgement day
The towers are burning the nations
dirt on him
I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was (was)
Couldn't tell you how old your son is (is)
I got my own junior on the way, dawg
gonna teach the son how to be a man,
Whose gonna teach the girl what to look for in a man?
Daughters are affected to,
My pops pushed bricks over
to face it
A tear jerked, doin' the buck
95 North, 200 miles from New York
First reaction, called up son, what happened?
I was in my bed
When I heard niggas
Yo, it's taking a lot for me to give y'all all of me
For y'all to take it and run with it
And turn it into some shit that it's not
Yo, exceeded
the night
Go on a flight with someone’s daughter
You can try
To Force a hide
But you can’t find the one called her
Life ain’t a piece of cake
I been in
louder than all of Bedlam,
Take me to higher ground
Then bury my body 6-feet down.
And I walked 40-miles out into that desert now
Wailed and moaned,
fuck is you with me im out by my lonely
You telling me give up something that you really wanted
Everythang i brought up they be talkin down on it
Started
drop
Then blow me like a fan
Then she say please don't stop
False prophets lie
Look up to the sky
All I see in HD and fiber optic
Five star generals 30
on the road every week, but I know enough
And I follow by everything you ever told me, think wisely
Watch over me my nigga, just guide me
I swear to you
payin' your bills
It takes two to make a kid
When the hell you gon' understand
That's you baby's mama
[Snoop Dogg]
Let me holla at why'all for
of cigarettes
(or what?) or guns he tote, he called shots on the deck
So I wasn't tryin' to call his bluff, by his persona
You could see, he think he tough!
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