Lyrics:
Me and my girlfriend, doin' eighty-five when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in the whirlwind, look for me
I'll be back
Right where your at
Money on by
I'll roll high and sell your land
Seeing two wolves
Pickin' which we feeding last
I've been petty and pride
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
She was hungry and feeling alone
We put her in the back seat
Told her we were taking her home
Run, Maggie run
With the heart of a rebel child
Oh,
First of the year tax time
Keep me wit' a smile
I'mma get a extra couple of
G's claimin' yo' child
Yeah it's wild but this is the
World that we living in
at the inn)"
"Ohh
(Room at the inn)
You know we traveled through the night
Storm and rain, oh yes, it was
The little Child, oh Jesus, truly had to be born"
a chair we couldn't break
And the harp with the woman's head nobody would take for song or pity sake
The night before Christmas I cried with the cold
Shawty told me I'm a nobody
She ain't wrong I been a problem child all my life
Feel like I don't even know myself
Looking in my eyes I ain't nobody
had a baby on her
Especially with a bitch that's supposed to be her friend
I thought about how I'd recover, knew we couldn't make amends
The situation
torture style, pass me the scissors, uh
And cut off microscopic pieces of a mirror
Out of stomachly
You can tell the spinal was crumbled
By
I don't really I don't really I don't really I don't really give a d
About any man, woman, child thinking they can tell me who I am
Individuality is
that you love
Tell me you love
Unbreak my
Say that you love
Say that you love
Tell me
In a church,by the face,
He talks about the people going
nights of being pegged by her stairin’ eyes!
(Chorus) Eyes black, she bloody, and she likes that A Child dead in her arms she takes a bite of his neck,
a chair we couldn't break
And the harp with the woman's head nobody would take for song or pity sake
The night before Christmas I cried with the cold
a highway star
I'm a highway star
Oh, yes I am, you mothers
Thank you. That's a new one, taken off Machine Head.
This is a song about...
Sweet child
all we knew was selling drugs
That's why I always felt abandoned
By everybody that I loved
And I had always been betrayed
By everybody that I trust
She is under attack cant tell all my stories I might just lack
You might think I'm a soft boy I got jumped by an opp
With his dads toy we die young rip
see us
And I'll stay by myself don't need no help no need to meet up
How you gon tell me you love me knowing you really hate me ?
How you gon put
couldn't try it,
Said enough obstacles but that's life,
Gonna make it better when I melt that ice,
She no want it tiny boss ah big bite,
Nutn like ah when we
(Let me tell 'em what it is)
Intellect music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
This is African music (Let me tell 'em what it is)
Ghetto child music (Can I
an attack on
You? Is it control? Why do you
Need to have control over my
Life? because we’re not together?
Then why? Is
This being rewarded and praised by
you bump that
Track by Lootpack, ya like "They off the hook, cat"
[Wild Child]
Focus, Wild Child representative of hip hop, top 10 niggas get
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot
and
You can see that clearly
You ain't big, not nearly, really
When you see me in H
And I know none of them ain't carrying weight
Ask Presto, he will tell
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