Lyrics:
Economics, this is economics, sex workers in service closing the curtains, pussy rule
The world, it's a product for all the merchants, pimps being allocated
I was fresh out of the service
It was back in 82
I raised some Cain when I come back to town
I left to be all I could be
Come home without a clue
Marguerite...again
But the white children told the Commandant
That their father's colored family are still slaves
The Commandant transferred the petition
To New
me
Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday
Bottle service, head service, I came in first place
The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty
Doc-Trizzy, Shady-Twizzie slash Aftermath
50 Cent, G-Unit, here we go, free Yayo
Motherfuck a Benzino, they don't know we finna blow
Someone better tell 'em
on me
Shit happens so fast he even got some of my family
Blasted my way up out the building when I catch him, I'ma kill him
Track him uptown, where I
the
Image from my mind
"I will call our children
To the stage individually
Each will receive their job placement then
Return to their family seating
Please
Ho ho ho you brave little children
Come with me to receive thy presents
Ho ho ho you brave little children
Come with me to receive thy presents
Ho ho
old
How many unit's have they sold?
Never go Platinum, never go Gold
When I make a tune, it's totally cold
When I make a tune, it’s totally neat
Spit so
this nigga named Tricknology
the last time we met, he got the drop on me
shit happens so fast he even got some of my family
blasted my way up out
Princess Beatrice of York is the elder daughter of Prince Andrew, Duke of York, and Sarah, Duchess of York, and a member of the British royal family
on the edge of what they call crazy,
the family's watching tv,
whilst she cries trying desperately,
To love her children on zero energy,
For another her family
the strength of our nation, as does President Carter, who I spoke with last night who cannot be with us today, but who we salute for his lifetime of service
the long run
Meet me half way
With your hands
We can build something
Family vacations
You Me and the children
We can fly away
And make our own decisions
It's
Cops killing niggas and it got me in my feelings
So thats why we get high as the ceiling
But I can't never let it happen to my children
So I gotta
and consideration
For my fellow man
But when lip service to some
Mysterious deity permit's bestiality on
Wednesday and absolution on Sunday
- cash me out
But aren't
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about
The homie John John up in this motherfucker
Mr x to the Z
With a public service announcement
For all you faggot
And black families are pissed
On with harrassment
See everynight there's gun shots a
Couple streets from here
Where young Chris and both his brothers
Tuck
more than Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
It's gonna be families grieving every sunday service
End up with your head
freaking raps
You have a family to support, a job to hold,
I'm done with this you hear me!
Left write, Left write,
Write rhymes
Left write, Left write
(Sandy Knox, Anthony Little)
He believes in the family unit
The union of man and wife
He believes that you stand before God
For better, for
Family photos depict smiling faces births
Weddings holidays children's birthday
Parties people take pictures of
The happy moments in
Their lives
Can't let my family down, man, that shit'll kill me
If I give you it all, what I'ma give my children?
Like a patdown, gotta feel me
Ain't where I wanna
Growing up what it was like
Section 8, grab a plate
Food for thought, gravitate
Food stamps, social services tryna take me away
My mama locked up, I pray
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