Lyrics:
still fuck wit that kinky shit
These niggas is lame and they weird
He was staying so solid, I ain't hear it
Three for one, father, son, and spirit
I
that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Come on Mr. Smith, come get some (some, some, some) (yeah)
When young sons
Ha ha
Yeah yeah
Make it butter
I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
No doubt
Ayo watch yo mouth!
Ayo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze
that sound like Heaven (uh-huh)
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
Come on Mr. Smith, come get some (some, some, some) (yeah)
When young sons
outta jail
Post bail and post up in cell
I swore, I swear we will always live well
Long as I got my bombshell from the hood to the hills
Who's gon
can't take no more
Heard from the Lord
That you knew me when you made the umbilical cord
Double edge sword
Live by the sword I'll die by the sword yeah,
with me
Yeah, she give me the brain with that college degree
Man, I pop a perc thirty, now I'm shootin' from the three
Yeah, she talkin' on my name, but
mobster, callin all the shots
from a underboss prospective, and y'all gon' respect it
I murder, by numbers nigga, one two three
Darin any motherfucker
to come off from vacation to get me
I'd rather be in jail than to have my father hit me
My parents walked in
I got my grip, I said, "Ah, Mom, Dad, how was
thugged out jits with no father
Door locking runnin in my joggers
Gotta issue with the gang isa problem
And we started with nothing
But we hadda turn into
collapse, no castle will stand
All that will be left is ash in the sand
Crash onto the shore, vast vessels will land
Bashing down your doors with battering
Made him far from alone
Yes, the creatures he kept
Made him far from alone
"I have only one son
In Chicago for life
He is separate from me
a mink
Father was a trip, always steady trippin'
Basically cause my eyes were always red from smokin' up on spliffin'
Said I want to out the jack, can
three uses of the law
The first one really serves as
A curb for us all
The fear of punishment keeps us
From going too far
That's for Christians
than me
Better watch out all you space cats
Clean Steve is a mineral man
My cousin Bruce came around to stay
The father of my son
He tore apart
the barmaid rang
Down by the canal
Where once before a war was won
And when my name was called
The beer jars empty all
I sang where Benbow sang
Father And Son
the first words, "Our father"
Low and clear from the little lad's lips
But low, they were heard like a trumpet
By every man on that ship
Each word of that
bitch will fall
You can feel it in the back like
I like tree
We bust in doors and light up three
We living tall
Got like me
I'm chill like a big menthol
my pops was on some pimp shit, sewin up Frisco on novero
5-0 kicked down the door, he flushed the elbow
there goes another nigga straight to the pen
by
strung· I'm about to cry·
Because I'm about to die
Verse 3: I'm still in court ·
and in my mind thoughts of death sink · By now I'm funky ·
I'm hungry plus
and I are the fire and water
We balance each other to live
Creator, she gave us a daughter
A son will soon rise once again
Made a vow / it's death
and you can't quit
You either got it or you ain't shit
[Haystak]
Live in the ranks and its all a son??
No compromise it was all or none
Dirt was done,
from Atlantic-Pacific
And get this, I'm hard to kill when I peel with this live spot
Father, how the hell did I survive these five shots?
Live it up
from Atlantic-Pacific
And get this, I'm hard to kill when I peel with this live spot
Father, how the hell did I survive these five shots?
Live it up
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