Lyrics:
angels that's why they're able to give wealth to their children
Or do we kick our children out the house by eighteen tell them to take the college route
Complainin' that they have nobody in house
Wonderin' what they make art for
I start thinking, am I in the right place?
Just walk forward, see plaques
where the boys die by the thousand
Back when Pam was on Martin yeah that's where it all started
When Denzel was blottin' carpet, I'll pack a nine
are rooted in an upright stand
What's my plan
I feel the fingers closing in
I got enlightened by the chosen man
A little frightened by my foes
across the nation
Funk Nation that is
That supported the album
My man Busta Rhymes
My man Grand Puba, check it
Ugh, yeah, Hit Dre in the house
My man
rewind cause I'm in your mind like a one-sided
Love and it goes by when you sit and cry
Cause really I don't blame you for missing rhymes I designed
On my life, I want the front page
Uh, ninety-nine bitches in the driveway
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
These chum niggas gettin' served by the day
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
gunning
Now that I figured it, she put the waiter on
It all came to me, in back of my mind, just like my favorite song
Dawned on me later on
By then the day
bitter cuz I came along
And your days of house of pain are gone
If you talk about my little girl in a song again
I'ma kill you (I'ma kill you)
You just
where Reginald Denny's truck at
Police cars, driving by niggas in slow mo
If you white don't stop at the light, 'cause that's a no-no
Running through
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
Guarantee to get the penis
True mamacita, takin' shots of Tequila
In the house
Man she never seen Martin or Gina
Mi amor, are you a rapper?
Yeah, I'm in
All the money I put in the shows
Day by day calling radios
Paying DJs to play my songs
When you hungry the hunger grows
I was never cooking
"drug-related" by the coppers
A government that through the republic
Has been subjugated by the mobsters
Martin got shot on the Lorraine balcony, became alchemy
MAN y'all MUST GOT ME CONFUSE I TAKE NIGGAZ BY TWO I BREAK NIGGAZ IN TWO MAN y'all FAKE NIGGAZ IS through I HEAR YA ALBUM IS POO I'm JUS TELLIN DA TRUTH
[This song is on SPM's album, but SPM isn't on it, only Rasheed]
[First Verse:]
This weed got my brain burnin',
Learnin' as the World turnin',
back in the booth, Yea I'm back doe
We comin' back, huh?
Let's go, yeah
This my second album, I'm back with the hits (Wit' the hits)
On the Rise was
fan-filled
Fill this bitch up with fans you still won't blow my candle out
My "can do" spirit's in the house
And is possessing your possessions, did you
And walk around in Gucci flip flops now
Dreamin bout that Aston Martin with the top down
Get a bag everyday I'm on the road
Niggas ain't gone like me but
Only in Dreamz
I was in a practice space that was an old house
I went into the different rooms only to find out that I had been in all of them
Look, I just shed tears homie and now I ain't too proud to admit it
Just seen my father for the first time in a minute
And when I say a minute I
Look, I just shed tears homie and now I ain't too proud to admit it
Just seen my father for the first time in a minute
And when I say a minute I
mouth, cost a starter Lexus
Late night, just put her on G6, now she on a Pegasus
I'm Martin Luther in a room full of Malcolm X's
Really rich, them
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