Lyrics:
slug, back out (what what)
Look out the way, 'fore your whole hood shot up (yeah)
[Chorus - Black Child - 2X - w/ ad libs]
The Inc. is back, the Inc.
day, everyday, Chris Gotti's a {O.G.}
Forever, and allways, Black Child's a {O.G.}
Gangsta's, hustlahs, strippahs, niggas, stand up!
Murder Inc. has
day, everyday, Chris Gotti's a {O.G.}
Forever, and allways, Black Child's a {O.G.}
Gangsta's, hustlahs, strippahs, niggas, stand up!
Murder Inc. has
Time is slippin' away
And I and I no reach high oh yeah
Fe we time, fe we time
Dis a sufferer's time
Fe we time, children, fe we time
Dis
Time is slippin' away
And I and I no reach high oh yeah
Fe we time, fe we time
Dis a sufferer's time
Fe we time, children, fe we time
Dis
love, I swear it's true
All God's children, me and you
Brother, brother reach out your hand
Sister stand up by your man
And let them know that you
Then the cycle repeats small patter of feet
Now we must count all our blessings
It's their future not ours, as they reach for the stars
Our children's
Father Called Me That Chioma Was In Labor For Me To Reach London Good News And Testimony Bouncing Baby Boy Look How Sweet It Is To Have A Children All My
“JUICE”)
Copyright c 2018 by Grandma Olga’s Music, Inc.
Merry Christmas time at (RETAILER’S NAME)
Shout, “HOO-RAY!”
Come and shop and save at (RETAILER’S
to Seaside Inc.
Please do the best you can to make sure your on summertime
You know this could be, a nice full-time job
Well, breaks over
Let's get back
no
To the ultra-extreme
No, we say no
To the killers of dreams
No
No
Children, children have no fear
Soon we all will disappear
Children,
no
To the ultra-extreme
No, we say no
To the killers of dreams
No
No
Children, children have no fear
Soon we all will disappear
Children,
(anger)
Will make you sick children, (oh Jesus)
Anger (anger) destroy your soul (ooh)
Rage, there's no room for rage in there
There's no room for rage
(anger)
Will make you sick children, (oh Jesus)
Anger (anger) destroy your soul (ooh)
Rage, there's no room for rage in there
There's no room for rage
(Jimmy Fallon with a British accent)
Hello. Hello my name is Jimmy Fallon, and welcome to the auditions for Troll Productions Inc. Remember, we're
and the coke nice
New Porsche wit' the smoke lights
Young nigga, get your dough right (Get your money right)
Children havin' children, but they don't have
You know
I like to um
I like to call em crumbsnatchers
It’s the universal name for kids
This is for the children, the real ones
North side south
the mighty stray bullets.
LYRICS/VOCcL BY Black Pearl
PRODUCER BY JcHMcLc DOWNER
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER BY MORDECcI CcMPBELL& ScDE KEcRNEY, ZHL COLLECTIONS, INC.
Most of us fail when we try to reach 'em
For the children believe in having friends
Children believe in friends,
Children believe in having friends
alone and sold
They need someone to be around
To reach out, a helping hand
Many children don't know what to do
There's no one there to guide them through
to take another life
Stalking all his victims, only darkness in his heart
Moving in the shadows, tonight it's time to start
Hide your children, hide them
things you'd do
And though I've grown away and other arms reach out to hold me
Mamaâ?¦I'll sing one song for you
(c) 1972 Evil Eye Music Inc.
Bad Dream Blues
Dave Van Ronk, Downtown DLJ Songs LLC OBO Folklore Productions Inc.
Did you ever wake up feelin' cold in hand
Ever wake up feelin'
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