Lyrics:
Word up son, word
Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billers
(Yo, I got the phone thing, know I'm sayin'? Keep your eyes open)
For
to everything that you thought was missing
Listen, you got to keep your mind, body and soul in check
In this land of no respect, where it's all about the cheque
Lookin at her son now, probably make a mother cry
Should of listened to that song tellin' you to "Walk on by"
But you didn't now your washed up like
the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
Pretty Brown your a song that I can't keep from singing
Pretty Brown as you move, you don't know that you're winning
And your eyes say you're lost
man for self
Cause in a warzone, the call is every man for self
How you prepare for war? Grab your guns and your hardware
Never close your eyes in
in his eyes
So he know you talk truth when you speak it, give your word, keep it
And if the day comes I only see him on the weekend
I just pray we
bet you can't stand being apart
Listen son you gon to find a sense of perspective
Ain't no use to bury your weight in the sand
Although I kinda
Doctor Mohammed, but other areas, other scholars
Are not available to you as a sister said in your curriculum
That you've had for 400 years when you did
a lake outside of New Orleans
And they stared in the direction of the escalating sound
Cover up the sun
Let the river run
Take this good man's son
Relax yourself girl, please settle down
Hunny say she love herself so mesmerized
Could tell that she smoke I
See it in her eyes
Rollin up weed
knees you're coated brown,
To your toes there is no sound like this
And I will keep you warm in hell
And I will keep you warm in hell
And I will
Jimmy met Mary on the Fourth of July
Independence Day, you shoulda' seen her brown eyes
She come up from behind and stared tugging on his coat,
brown,
to your toes there is no sound like this
And I will keep you warm in hell
And I will keep you warm in hell
And I will keep you warm in hell
Way
I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man
And learned to use my hands for protection
In scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles
I'm
I wanna say welcome to a wonderland
An amusement park full of delights and
The best part is they have one in every town
its your local market
Black and brown
We was talkin' him down, he make a frown if he flinch
Gun him down
See the pain in my eyes, I hold it down 'cause I'm rich (Woo, woo,
celbratin')
Word to the wise
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
All types of shit, yo, son
These kids mad, teach 'em how to rhyme (yo,
to eat it
Just a bunch of clowns
Don't let 'em grind ya down
Sons of bitches, crocodile tears in their eyes
We scare 'em shitless just by showin' up
it
Just a bunch of clowns
Don't let'em grind ya down
Sons of bitches, crocodile tears in their eyes
We scare'em shitless just by showin' up alive
Why
"I forbid you maidens all that wear gold in your hair
To travel to Carter Hall for young Tam Lin is there
None that go by Carter Hall but they
"I forbid you maidens all that wear gold in your hair
To travel to Carter Hall for young Tam Lin is there
None that go by Carter Hall but they
niggas missing
And I'm whipping like I'm gifted
You can catch me in the kitchen, hey
I don't want no brown I want a syrup bottle
I put it down and then
why you're so hypnotized
By her brown eyes
Tell me what she has I don't
Todays a blur
You're talking to her all about your weekend by the lockers
Now
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