Lyrics:
and over and over i was raised by
KRS 1, I was raised by Tribe Called Quest
I was raised
By DMX the last real nigga alive? Naw
Nigga! We real
Niggas alive,
It started when we were little kids
Free spirits, but already tormented by our own hands
Given to us by our parents
We got together and wrote
bills
But most of all
There was this little crippled boy's dream fulfilled
I was Mama Teddy Bear's brother and I lived by her and Teddy Bear since
Oh, I
England swings like a pendulum do
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two
Westminster Abbey, the tower of Big Ben
The rosy red cheeks of the little
a little girl
I remember being hit by a wave and it taking my silver St Christopher into the sea
The one left to me by my grandmother
The one I begged to be
make men into boys
I destroy your whole family tree
Chop it down
Hip-hop is longer now in this repertoire
Get your wardrobe torn out your closet
Walls
real shit
That created the hunger
And that make the monsters
Got the game from my mama, that's some ill shit
13 on the block, he was a little kid
In
I heard a scream
From your home
I'd like have seen
A little hope
But he restarted
To grab your arms
To hurting you
To beating you
This monster won't
[Eve]
Let's talk about little dick niggas
Always talkin' bout what you got
Rather be finger-popped
Dick probably the size of a bough stuffed with
Yeah step by step, nah mean
Everything's a process though, nah mean
Gotta throw that shit up, nah mean
Like you already know, yo Tokyo Cigar, nah
Descending the stairwell
Descending the stairwell to Hades....
Well she'll twist your words and make you into a monster
When your true intention is to cure
afraid of, I was embarrassed by
Don't be lured in by pleasure-seeking distractions
By weak men and women
Sin will take you further than you want to go
And if the lanes are clear
We're gonna drive a little harder
We'll be deep in the zone by cryin' time
Say, there's a wreck
On the side of the road
18, a little kid rappin and
Pourin in everything
Growin up beaten up by the society
All around darkness anxiety
Seeing depression through pressure
wretched spirit is doomed to rot alone
UH
Deceived by the lies of every men
Poor little boy raised alone
Left behind believing he was the crazy one
as the little bird you keep by your cage
And how can I live
Knowing the monster of men
And what she can do?
Believe me boy, she will cut you through
Elizabeth
I
brothers is dead
I don't even like what they said
What are they talking about man
Tell em again
Listen homegirls let me talk to you
Girls may be trouble but
said that
The dull ones would never understand Cass to
The men she was simply a sex machine and they
Didn't care whether she was crazy or not
And Cass
(Yeah)
Baby you talk to the pain
Baby you drive me insane
Baby I'm driving a crane
(Huh huh)
You popped a spiff
I popped and leaned
She look at me; switch
my phone cause she hoping that I miss her
I leave her in the dark then let the monster out the zipper
Pussy call my name like it's open for discussion
does something that's accepted by younger
And ultimately cooler people
There's always a dangerous pride that wells up
Setting us up for a fall
I'm all
brothers don't talk about it
They never make a move 'til they thought shit out kid
I knew a lot of men who did bids for mayhem
They made a lot of money,
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
a separate storage bin
Excellent boyfriend
Use intercourse to settle scores with women who have been vendettas towards men
Dickhead is forced in
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