Lyrics:
Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and
A hundred dollar billers
Yo I got the phone thing, know I'm sayin'
Keep your eyes open
For real niggas
son
There come a time in every man's life
When he got to make that choice
Either stand down or fight
Well I tell ya, choose right, times trife like dice
Hand pon her head
Talk 'bout her one son dead
For, dem a talk 'bout her one son dead
(Well, watch out, man-a)
Him roam the street every day an' every
, baby
Give me a chance to be your man, baby
Oh
We gon' make our getaway
On a back road bound by love
Yeah, we gon' make our getaway
On a back
It's my first Father's Day without you, my first as a father
My son won't know his grandpa, you won't see him as a toddler
I just wanna give him
your life to love those Sins He erased
Them Placed you in that water, got You fresh and
Clean Been born again, new man on The scene
The Son delivered me
Goddamn my son just got hit
Time to bounce out of north click
And come home to the same old bullshit
Call the emergency room then I assume
Prepare
the raw in the trash can
Got smoked by a cop on the dash cam
Mug shot on the news, he a mad man
When all he did was hustle to run the cash in
He feedin'
of man
Sons of man
I just don't understand why he would do something like that
Don't understand why we understand
Sons of man
Sons of man
Ever since I
contradiction and the first eviction by sendin the couple east
Now the first couple became the first parents of the first son
Who became the first murderer
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
to murder me (Naw hold up man don't shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (ay, ay man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
Is this the new national anthem
(How many times has that ever happened to you?)
careless
How I perished
Man somebody please call my momma
Did I die by the hand
Did I die by the gun
I don't know
Did I die by the hand
Did I die by the gun
Dear son
don't do the things I've done
don't turn into a man like me
I never want to leave you alone
but i'm cursing myself to the bone
Dear son
and the Holy Spirit
Amen
Introducing myself as a child of God
Wanna tell you the truth that you can't deny
A man was created by the image of God
Yeah, Jesus
Hot desert wind, burning sand
But this land it is my land
Wait by the well, rain don't come
River's dry, pray for my son
I'm just one, one more
When the New York Times said God is dead
And the war's begun
Alvin Tostig has a son today
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall
confused by all the glitz and glam
You gotta live and learn and do your thing
Do your thing
Its real in the feel been keeping it real
For all of my son's
get into no big man beef
I'm here if you want a lyrical fight
I'm that guy son
Sucking up MCs like a Dyson
You can spit bars if you wanna come
padre en nuestro amor no cree
Dice que yo le caigo mal
I'm a mean man, but I'm her man
Her man alone
I'm a mean one
A son of a gun
I keep her by
lululemon
I’m living my dream surrounded…. by beautiful women….beautiful women
1 to 3 x4
Now for all you dads that got that son
And maybe your thinkin he’ll
to get had, son.
You ain't alone.....!
(Take it Like a Man!)
For pleasure, To treasure.
In Your Bed, For Your Head.
of a hunter
Bad blood flows from
The father to the son
How red the river runs, yeah
Love was the law
For sinners and saints
Dead man's hand holds
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