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to god my son don't grow up to do wat I do
Gotta watch dem hatin niggaZ and Da signs Dey give is vital
Dat ain't ur man he ain't eating rite beside you
I'm

what you wanted
For your son,
But I know that I'm the one,
You gon' be real proud, all when and said and done,
Ridin' dirty with my gun,
Dark past, but

And whatever is thrown might track me down but ill get right back
And to see you in my arms
And to reach to your face
And to rest my hands on your body
Its all I

starting my shift
P.S, I already worked things
Out with your boss
No night shift for you
Smiley face
Here's my number if you need anything
That son of a-!

me
And nigga this my third song telling y'all it ain't two of me
The same ones I love could be the ones that end up shooting me
And they better make

Butter Knives

Raekwon

Shaolin vs. Wu-Tang

2011

thirty times
All my niggas old school robbers, do what it do
I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles
Fila approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures

Who Could It Be

The O.C. Supertones

Loud and Clear

2000

eternity
Humiliated lacerated now reigning in glory
The comeback king of all time
No matter how dark it gets the truth shines
'cause in the heart of every

I'm a little to critical
All sense of logic was hung by umbilical
To the Father, the Son, and the holy potholes
But that's just how the plot goes poof

a son
Eyes red from all the pain i'm walking
Through the rain praying god make
Shit right for a nigga go insane
Me and mom gon' make it out this what this

Hopefully by August
My son have a brother
Or maybe a sister
Aint picky on mother
Continue to dominate
All I can compensate
For being him swear to god
Aint no

First of all
Allow me award your eulogies 

You've been here from the gutter
I'm the son of a dagger
But you bore with my mazza 

Badder 

Ain't

First of all
Allow me award your eulogies 

You've been here from the gutter
I'm the son of a dagger
But you bore with my mazza 

Badder 

Ain't

Turned off my phone today, stuck it in the drawer
It’s too loud inside this empty house so I walked out the door
Surrounded by what God had made, I

rock and roll
Sex, love, drugs, rock and roll

Glory be the evils
He puts it on divine
Interventions by God, only make him ask why?
The bottom

miss my sis and my bros in prison
I love my son I thank God he gifted him
I'm sorry he growing in the system
I'm sick and tired of recording this

so go on fire up boys
Stay mad, unheard and unsigned by choice
Yeah right ""by choice""
It is what it is, I remember old heads said ""Son
Kill 'em all

Mj you my first born I can't even front
Want you to play ball but most of all do what you want
You into cars and trains and building thangs so i'm

What?
Oh I thought I heard you wrong
You said I ain’t invited?
Bruh
Tryna by an elder
Then you need to be reminded son
I was in the cellar
You had

[SERVED AT LAST SUPPER ONLY]

Just got the news
Charged by Anytos
Mad, because of my critics
He thought his son wasn’t worth better than a tanner

by the waist and hit the yike with it 
Bay Boyz coming all damn night with it
Bout to roll me up the Shmop and get loaded up
Baby asking for my age

And I am the past 
Fading faster in my lies
She said pick up your keys and drive 

We all die alone 
My son this I have known 
For a long long time 
As I

I can't even do this alone baby
Watch your tone baby
Can you please call my phone baby
Big stepper
God's son
Yeah
Oh
Will I love you the way I'm

your leap of faith
And everything you put God on
I seen my place I took with grace
I ain't stop until I got on
Can't believe my eyes I seen yo face
Son

E sha nu mi, e sha nu mi, e sha nu mi
E sha nu mi, e sha nu mi, e sha nu mi
I'm trapping hard, always on mask
All about my money, cause I need to pay