Lyrics:
just a little bit of guidance
See your daddy made music in the past
See your daddy's at the top of his class
See your daddy lived calm with a mask
(Tay Keith, this too hard)
Ayy, ayy, brrt
Section 8 'partments, I'm valid on payment (sold out of main)
Servin' narcotics like back in
to
Hittin people like a scene of amazement
Floored by Erick Sermon arrangement
Frontin I can never do (uh-huh)
So now I'm lookin dead at you, so what you
and
Everything came apart by the seem
Thats when Daddy got to court to fight for time with you for the first time.
And nobody helped Daddy with a dime
So he sold
head
Who came in a cockleshell boat
That could only just float,
Couldn't even lift a sword
Dressed too fine and smelling of wine
Daddy you've got
head.
Who came in a cockleshell boat
That could only just float,
Couldn't even lift a sword.
Dressed too fine and smelling of wine.
Daddy you've
draped in gothic clothing
I'm a sly Fox more cunning than Toby
Took your first game's whole
Gimmick then cloned it
There's been no change
Where's your
Get shit on weak ass kid
Hop off your daddy's game
Finger on the trig
Bout to go insane
Reloading the clip
Unloading in your brain
Sound like you
Junked out In the prisons and streets
Young lives once neglected
Broken by parental deceit
Who's gonna reach out to them
With the good news
And show them
ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven!
A letter was written by a little girl?s hand, it was sealed with her little heart?s love
Said air mail to heaven to daddy, to your new home
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(What's your name?) Marshall
(Who's your daddy?) I don't have one
My mother reproduced like a Komodo dragon
the heat to these rap dudes, whatever let me know who's bitchin
And your security as pussy as you are
The burners come out, his big ass be the first
spread by an inbred
Who's kinda got your daddy's voice?
If you've never been licked by a hick
With a hillbilly dick
Or got a rash on your snatch
shots*)
Let it fly, betty-bye if you're ready to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why
I make your Benz seem obsolete G
Rippin' your ass
Titi lai lai lai lai lai lai
Na na na oh oh oh oh
The Lord is your shepherd you shall not want
He will lead you by the still waters
He's always there so
vision surely
Tell the world about the King, no hidden story
Give my life to Him, without a single worry
I know who my daddy be, no need to sit with Maury
My mother likes family reunions
Last Wednesday my sister came calling
With her husband Keith who's all kneecaps and teeth
And little Billy who's
Incredible I'm like the Hulk, just keep grindin'
Don't let them see what's in the vault
Don't be trustin' who you grew up with, they just your man by default
coming across the track with your hair wrapped
Miss talking on the phone til' the early morning
Making love off Keith Sweat songs
No one can do me like
to take your girl)
Now who could it be pullin up to the do in the range rover
Daddy mack lookin like a four leaf clover
Daddy Mack: (and im feelin lucky
went gave it to me" (ha)
Say, "Call Lil' Tucker, who gave them that ring?"
This ring the reason your tables are clean
"Big Pablo The Plug" engraved in
with Bosco
(fuckin' with Bosco) You smell me?
It's that mob shit nigga, so damn sinister
Shit, beotch!
Fuckin' they nose like this
Your nose,
think he down for the cause
'Cause his face looks just like yours
More of the same insane who sayin'
Like flowin' like night train
Runnin' the pain
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