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love em'
If they here, gotta hug em
Brother, pops, mother, cousin, whole family tree
Every time I close my eyes, I see my family team
Family feast, all

it's my life, it's my choice, then I'ma stand by my voice
Misbehaving with these bitches, gotta play them like toys
Cause ain't no cuffing in me, there

would barely even feed us
But stripes on our back, and I ain't talking about Adidas
And When I have a son, his name could be DaQuan or Michael
But no

a skewer please
The British need their BBC
A pint or two, or seventeen
And children love their sour keys
A pop-punk song for the family tree
Grody girls in

Gushy Wushy

Da Brat

Limilite Luv & Niteclubz [Bonus Track]

2003

You can find me in a cloud of smoke,
Usually I'm posted up in da corner with mah folks
Surrounded by thugs and models 
Everybody getting fucked up

burned to a crisp and packed up in a urn

Tragic reality facing my truth
Lessons in life gotta cut out the root
Family tree been depending on me
Gotta

All a Nigga know is SEX, MONEY & DRUGS
Fuck da other side, bitch it ain't no love
My family tree is full of killaz
Drug dealers and thugs
When I was

cumming
Off my art
You can't muzzle me
I just told a puppy
How to bark
Roll the double tree
Lucky me
The green begins ta spark
And by any means
This energy

comrades
Even Michael was shook
You know the dream is real
Welcome to the kibbutz
If don't work you don't eat
And I'm the one that cook
Yeah my purpose is

a tooth
Cocapelli in the booth like he rocks the flute
Notorius BIG gimmie the loot
I'm about peace no piece I always shoot
Words that be truthfully thought

mistake
Only does it for fuck's sake
Run around and scream for Halloween
Go behind a tree you don't wanna be seen
Takes you by the throat
Squeezing

When you know love is up. 
Infinity up side down eternity. 
Every turn is it free. 
Then you learn to see and then I say to my self. 
What a wonderful

god himself teaching his teachings
Many things inside my family tree we never speak of
Rather take a rope hang off a branch and smoke some reefer
A way

look at this family tree

Spanish, I might even do the salsa
All this on my neck so it's kinda hard to watch ya
Drinking scotch on the rocks tryna get the box ya
Catch me in Atlanta

aged, but never grew old.
The kids grew up, in a bicultural blend,
Polish pierogi, German tales to transcend,
Roots so deep in this family tree

gonna get better,
Cuz I'm living each day
By the promises in God's word!

Sunny days, clear skies,
Open views to heaven,
Preview of eternity,
Restful

loud enough
To shower you with love, I'm astounded
By the fountains overflowing from the
Fruits of your cup, your soul was pure
From above, Gracious,

6, 7, 8, 9 different bops
They gone think I'm cocky, just by the way I drop
But this is confidence that I love to show a lot

Pushing dope tracks, I

purchased by the blood but the devil just rent them. 

Uhn, I've been giving y'all a taste in him the king and rock I'm not talking Graceland. 

But his grace

family tree
So that's gangsta
Million dollars I'm bout to get
If I say it, I'm stamping it
Fight the fight like a champion
I ain't never been pacifist
I

Countin all this money got me upp Late
Tryin to get that bag I be makin Plays
I kno my real niggas they feel my Pain
If uu don’t know uu gon learn

sure you don't hurt nobody
Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear,
Fuzzy wuzzy had no hear
Fuzzy wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he?

I like the party rock the body
You

a little boy
And he had dreams 
Being raised by a mother
And the father is nowhere to be found
So you see me with a frown
Growing up as a teen
Rocks in my