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to be the man at the top [Chorus] Everybody wants to be the man at the top Everybody wants to be the man at the top Aim your gun, son, and shoot
telling Daughter or son Flat or a house Credit or debt We'll make it What could we change? What all becomes Would this have made A difference
what happens when the money's gone, son Build your house up on a hill Ride around in a Coupe de Ville But buddy, all that bling and them shiny things
pass onna couch So much shit I gotta do like get my momma a house Show my son all the routes Quiet all of the doubts And make sure I got the money for
view It's a miracle, how I made it out the slums They said I'll be dead before I'm 21 Look ma, here's a gift from your oldest son Never had a house so
wound up in a pig pen, nearly dead Then he raised his eyes toward Heaven and he said I will arise and go back to my father's house I will beg him
Well he came from Northern Ireland Searching for the free man's ground And he came to bet his fortune On a West Virginia plow He built a house
on the radio From a house there down the street Singing, "Take me in your arms again" I miss you, don't you see? No matter where I lay my head No matter
Baby, ev'rything is all right, uptight, out of sight Baby, ev'rything is all right, uptight, out of sight I'm a poor man's son, from across
Wake up baby, what you in for Start the day upon your knees What you pissin' in the wind for You musta snorted too much bleas East house pinball
flow on monster Rocket power launcher trying to pay these bills I don’t care about Jeffery Dahomer The trap house was the White House selling
When the house was burned We returned to the desert and mourned Son's slaughtered, daughter's raped Like they closed the drapes Gone away are
Papa worked but his cheque was small mama sowed just to help us all And our old house sure needed paint nd when it rained the roof would leak Well
house From father to son they worked that mill Grim as the reaper with a heart like hell The fabric of our lives was woven with the steel Every stick
anything Wet you wah hear We a drive back to the house vroom vroom son the toll baby me a draw gear PLEcSE!!! Beg yuh some Beg yuh some Beg yuh some Beg
The shit you just said It required a gun You lucky my migos Dont kidnap your son Run in your house That's a fucking home run My dick in her mouth And she
Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash Just who do think I am You raise my taxes, freeze my wages And send my son to vietnam You give me second class
I got a room down in Hollywood Rent was cheap It was this rooming house There was an old man who lived in the room next to me We shared
se paso Somos amigos, pero... aja ey dímelo Bbrown Santa Marta en la Funking house yeah uhmm CRC Son cosas que Pasan
at you, Lord It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born, silver
big house son Shit on these people this summer son Bitch from New York got me saying son Fuck her real good no she don't run Then go back to the money
signs of corruption (trouble, trouble) The minute your son leaves the house (trouble, trouble) Does he re-buckle his knickerbockers below the knee?
Finally got that promotion I worked hard to get One that came with a company car When they gave me the keys they said son you can bet Keep it up
Now I got my own house I know my son gon do his shit
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