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and charbroil her on the bonfire
And bon voyage, bitch, I'm like Chef Boyar-dee in this bitch
Send a bomb to my mom's lawyer
I'm a problem for you, boy, you
love and we gonna change our world, that's right
We got love, we got love
We got love and we gonna change our world, that's right
I made my home out
love and we gonna change our world, that's right
We got love, we got love
We got love and we gonna change our world, that's right
I made my home out
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
the crew
Death Row, fast life
Foreclosed on my past life
The white man call us stupid niggas
We spend it all, nothing for our children
Had it all, now it's
Keep on learning
Keep on growing
'Cause wisdom helps us understand
We're maturing
Without knowing
These are the things that change boys to men
Oh
We were young,
And none of us know quite what to say,
But the feeling moved
Among us in silence anyway.
Slowly we had made
Quite a change
You gave them all those old time stars
Through wars of worlds invaded by Mars
You made 'em laugh, you made 'em cry
You made us feel like we could fly
in our hands
Keep on learning
Keep on growing
'Cause wisdom helps us understand
Were maturing
Without knowing
These are the things that change
we're climbing over each other
To beg the club of boys to let us in
You and me estranged from the mother
You and me have felt impotent in our skin
My lawyer's son died in his sleep last night
Got me thinking 'bout who I was in my past life
To be surrounded by so much pain
I understand my
his life away, soon as he clapped
Gave that boy a life sentence, made his mama relapse
Damn, they don't understand
Comin' from the bottom, it's so
world
For you and me
The big heads of state
Won't let us be free
They made the rules once
But it didn't work out
Now we must try again
Before they
dreams of being a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage
Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn
world
For you and me
The big heads of state
Won't let us be free
They made the rules once
But it didn't work out
Now we must try again
Before they
to make sure my people gettin' by
Brunch with some Qatar royals and my cup is all oil
You know it's real when your niggas will take the fall for you
All
Jah man
Man was made to suffer, yeah
And women were made to feel the pain
Stay by our side and guide us we pray, Jah man
Give us all your blessing
Lawyers for my niggas who be sittin' in the Federal
Nigga, I'm untouchable
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads
an ounce on a bitch
Still our motive be commas
And still my life isn't promised
Still nervous as drivers
You see them lights get behind us
They pull me
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made
We made that clear,
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear,
We made
What's harder, life or Mr. Carter?
Balling 'til my hair is as white as Johnny Carson
You don't have to beg because I'm fresh out of pardons
Little
the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Who distribute Guns n Roses but not our shit
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot
than hearts like ours believe
Don't stop dancing girl
'Til it feels right
we'll be flying or crying
By the end of the night
(Okay, made it through
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