Lyrics:
taking credit for what God made
Fuck this album shit hey mama look what God made
She's mine
Catch me
Don't you, (she's mine) catch me
Don't you,
the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five
Hehe, woo!
Young! F-O-B
Let's go
wodie up on this game
And dick suckers ain't playin'
And duck nigga, look I won't remain
You're stuck even if it don't restrain
I'ma be in the cut
know my jams
Today my son said, "Dad, let go my hand"
Reminded me one day he's gonna be his own man
And my job is to make sure he's equipped
I gotta
need it!"
Jimmy says, "come on, try this.."
I say, "I don't need it!"
Oh jimmy, jimmy
From the album "free to be a family" (1988)
Marlo thomas & friends
um, you should why
Don't you do that, man? Play
A Dilla joint on your album
But with the trio a'ight
Hit me back, lemme know if you did it a'ight
One
Oh she's good for me
This is the time to be in the moment
Ain't no room for stalling who gon' live in the moment
Slip inside the rhythm let's get
niggas
Petty time niggas
Sold petty drugs came up wit petty thugs
Now you got game in you
Wanna be a menace and you got Kane in you
I'll put them
about money (Uh)
Might open up another company
Put that in an LLC (LC)
Like, "How you gonna try to sue me?" (Sue me?)
My jogging pants filled with two
me (alright)
You know Weezy he the young son of Bubba-be (alright)
Buy my basketball shorts with a thunder be (oh)
If you want it then come to me
[Bridge]
Everywhere I turn
I see your face
Reminding me of a higher place
Everytime you smile, angels cry
Everytime you walk on by
[Chorus]
I'm not
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
me tell you somethin' bout a nigga named Short
Rappers always talk about the way I can't flow
But let me hit the mall with the same MC's
I be signin
Momma told me grow up to be something, be something
I went diamond with this album so we bucking, we bucking
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
I'm so far ahead
listening
Very carefully, I don't know. it's great to be in japan.
Kiske:
"kids of the century" is the first life sign of us after two and a half
Years.
P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and
Niggas who stay fly
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in
know that you're still hesitating
Don't cry for me
'Cause I'll find my way
You'll wake up one day
But it'll be too late
Every little thing that
they won't have to drop another album
B.b. King saw the king in me, so why can't you?
In order to come up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis,
voice
And writin' them beautiful poems
Session 32 bring me to tears
Be gettin' choked up when I hear it
Seem like I keep cryin'
Off so much since
talkin' 'bout nothin' with a flow so disgustin'
Ashtray by me that I gotta dump my guts in
Need substance, feed it to the public
No one gon' touch it
( Drag City Supersession album )
Even as the sun
Paints the landscape with its fire
It seems the storms they follow me
Wherever I go
I may perish
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
vocal or
Two and I haven't decided
If I will use all the songs we
Wrote i will keep you posted
On everything i will probably be working
All of July
umbilical cord
Warlord of rap that'll bash you with
A 2 by 4 board
And smash into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward droppin'
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