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wanna be
I'll be with my girl making anthems
Don't care 'bout the check that you ran up
I care 'bout your daughter, and son
There are a lot of issues with

much
For so many people just by not picking up
Started living up, to my daughters living up
To my name as a daddy, use their cell to hit me up
Then I met

the stuff I get
Cause if you roll correctly, demolish the stupid kids
They're runnin' off with the lip, not accomplishin' zip
I tell 'em wake up son, 'cause

They tell me that I’m arrogant
Cause I finally like what I see
Took forever got my image where I like it to be
Painted my whole body up like do you

daughters and sons
But the silver from the spoon doesn't cover the tongue
Look

I came from the belly of the 'burbs
We were sheltered from the elements but

to have all my sons and a daughter
Watch what you say when you telling me harder
Cuz I will not stop til you tell me to
In public with me but you in

many of us look in the mirror when we wake up
Get on the scale after working out or eating healthy
Or even after scrolling on our timeline and we look

single file. Ring every bell on the track. It’s about time we all said good night. Look alive, the wheels are spinning. We define what’s really living

nigga almost let it fly
Almost had to end it all, I done been there several times
Conversations beyond say with just me myself and I
How did I end up

a line then rewind this track
You wanna act like a man
Then show me
But y'all ain't got
Cajones
If you did
You wouldn't be acting phony
Or need back up

No Master Plan No Master Race

3rd Bass

Derelicts of Dialect

1991

[MC Serch]
Set to decide, who's on the inside track
but you slack and so another dive
and you lounge - but who's shoes would you be in?
Wake up, it's

discussion resulting in stun
Another one sobbing, another lost son
Another one coughing, got coffins in tons
Another one profits from blocking the sun
Another

a nigga had a daughter 
Gotta be thankful for the shit a nigga got
Nigga wanna play hit em up guess I'm pac
Time moves on little nigga never stopping 
Time

care about these people trynna make they stand
Cause at the end of the day I know my hood gone stand
Backroad and all of woodside lift up your hands

get
And my ambition run deep
Lord I pray that you heal this world
And to the people lets generate wealth
For our sons and daughters I'm from the hood

me bɔ ne sɛ
I will make it to
See my daughter face
Ma yɛ paranoid can't trust
Nobody ever again
Deɛ ma fa mu ɛkom paa
And all the pain
Gye nyame nkoaa

ain't heading the warning
And now I'm in the rap game
All these bitches are swarming
I wake up in the morning
Send a prayer to the Lord
Then he sent me

Halloween (Different faces)
Came right out the water feeling like a fucking submarine (Boom boom)
Do this for my son and daughter with my master key (My

tracks
Air Force attacking the way I'm the One
Pray for your daughters and pray for your sons
Yuh
No I'm not inspired by no icon
I do what I want I decide

claiming all our sons and daughters

Have you ever seen such a good looking corpse?
Or one with so much potential?
My heart is holding a vigil
Don't you love

Lights N' Sirens

Nonchalant

Until the Day

1996

(intro)
This track, is by no means, to disrespect, you men and women in blue, that's 
true...
But you know there are a few of you out there...
That's

back in the deep
Waters again like I’m caught in a dream
And I dont know how to wake up from the sleep
All my energy all my enemies
All the things I been

how we should act
They have no idea
What it means to lose
Or what its like
To walk in another's shoes
Or wake up
Eyes puffy from crying all night
This

that Wine, that is Life of the party
Stretch out my hands as I'm reaching for alter
We're Feasting for son he is back he had wandered
Wake up my daughter