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It's gon help you when you realize
This the street melodies
But I'm too solid for the fakes surrounded by enemies
I know my place can't let em take what

My toughest times really when we far
I think a nigga  scarred

Don't wanna eave you presence
Baby girl I think you got my heart

These other bitches

up
Father time been racking them days up
Really got me a reason to stay up
But I act like I don't
I said wake up
Father time been racking them days up

Hey, Dr Jazz, turn me up
Let show these fools how we do it on the west side
For we all know it's the best side
Ride with me, let's ride!


Nobody

time Hit her with the proper tune up and the rest fine Rub baby all on her, watch her breast shine
Let me hit it from behind, that's the best side Pull

Front row center in that little white church
I was singing at a baby laying in a manger
Eight years old wearing angel wings
Yeah, and to this day

Who Knows When the Sunrise Will Be

Vigilantes of Love

V.O.L.

1996

for my Father

When this darkness rolls in
I can't read my I.D.
And who knows when the sunrise will be?

Martin Luther said to one of his brothers

my baby sent you to your maker
We take a trip to Bermuda Jamaica
Beautiful lady blow Buddha by acres
Rude attitude so she cool with a gangster
Send me

Anything for my son I'm steady clutching on my gun, pray my father get a bond
Steady reaching for the stars, hoping we get to the sun
But fuck that

Thug Love

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Greatest Hits [Clean]

2004

to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,

wifey dared us
To seize the opportunity to prove the rarest
Form of celebrating you is something we can cherish
Step by step
Imma do the best I can
Happy

baby
But back in my uni days, we was just friends
Said it would never change, in fact we best friends
It's time to face the facts, this is where

I'm a product of my father
I ain't even tryna run, uh

Baby, you my moon, if we ever make a sun

Ima do my best to keep it real and make it hella

baby crib
I tell your mom that am him
And I promise I ain't lying to you
And I promise I'm a godson to you
I'm trying to be the father you never had
I'm

fiendin'
I make bread to be loud
Cant bake no bread for some clout
I can't be lead by your mouth
So many tests
I did your best
And you said
"Ry Ry i'm proud"

tryna hold it in but baby lean on me, my soul ya note pad and your words are ink
your expression like fresh air baby vent to me, yeah baby vent to me
I'm

Freedom of Preach

Ludacris

Release Therapy

2006

so we gotta grab somethin
Lord, got so many questions I need the answers to
And sorry for the thangs I put my baby's mama through
I feel that women are

to give all of my thanks
Had a snake inside my boot like I was voiced by Thomas Hanks
If I got a watchful angel then God sent it from the ranks
Rest In

by any means
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets
But I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just

Shakin’ from hip to hip
Baby I’m a problem
You can’t change me like my father
I’m your crutch for some dollars
In a world we never thought of
Don’t you lean

me
I just need a little more time
I just need a little more time with you
Promise that you'll stand by me
Why you tryna hate on me? I want the best for

mentally in case I gotta fight (yeah, yeah)
He'll always feel this way regardless of the guy (yeah, yeah)

Hook-
Baby don't invite me, to meet your father

top by yo main
Well damn
That's crazy
Oh that was your bitch
(Oh that was your bitch)
Oh that was yo baby
(Oh that was yo baby)
Oh that was your bitch

really tryna brag
Tryna be ya lover an a friend
Always make time for you baby that's the plan
Listen to ya words just so I can understand

You best believe