Lyrics:
son done became a man
Watchin' time fly, I love my people, do or die
But I wonder why we scared to let each other fly
June 1-6, '71, the day
Mama
did I miss
And what the fuck don’t I get
Man say they say the truth hurts
Now I got blood all in my poss
You didn’t ask but I’ll confirm
That one day
the house & he brought his man with him
I leave rap in a state of shock
Where to rock, from the figures still
Play the block with my niggas
Ill lush,
at me
Thumbs up to the sky hoping God is pleased
But I failed to see, that very gesture was a gun
Blasting my brethren in the name of the Son
Sheesh,
wena
Mama wami
Mama wami
Ngibongile
Qhawekazi lami
Ngiyakuthanda
1988 October 13 was the day you brought me in this world
Long before I even knew
I could have worn the Lugi but I left it in the house
Now, my niggas Duce and Wayne got gold plates with their names
With the skyline on it with
and brag and sag
Or beat down for ya flag
'cause if you is or you ain't a gang banger
Keep one in the chamber
'cause you'll get them things put on ya son
Ice
motherfucker, I've died
What you hearin' now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I'm still in reach,
On my life, I want the front page
Uh, ninety-nine bitches in the driveway
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
These chum niggas gettin' served by the day
Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album
You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left
spittin' what I spit when the day is over
Tryin' to be me in the mirror, sayin' it over
Yeah, he's all right, but you not real
I'm a dog, s*** I eat
left in our lives
I mean, my crib look bigger through my son's eyes
And the squad look bigger to the young guys
And my dick feel better when you
what I'm saying
No matter what you just been through
So you want to be a rap superstar
And live large a big house
5 cars, you're in charge
Comin up in
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
'm goin' all out
Step on Death Row and spray up ya house, nigga!
Dumb motherfucker tryin' to talk bad
Fuck around, get a missile launched in yo' ass
game on tight
Layin' low in the day and
Serve that yay by moonlight
They outta sight when the roll by
I'm still in they Chuchs servin'
Clucks as they
abusin me
But as the time went by I got another slimmy
And she was just like the first one screamin gimme
But not in the exact same way
She had a different
life
I don't know, on my life
Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap
Cross it off to-do list
My music in your house?
That's a Home Improvement
Listen, motherfucker
Wishing I was doing all this shit that I be doing now
Back
The reason why I'm by your house
You threw your briefcase all on the couch
I plan on creeping through your
Damn door and blowing out
Every piece of your brain
This song was first released on the Some Days Are Diamonds Album. It is the only album it appears on.
For someone who's got everything, life can
up so lets ride out
Short Black Boy is in the white housе
You put me there
So know
I just want you to know say I know that my house
And my door my
speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped
my dues
You payin' dem fines
You niggas actin recitin dem lines
Boxed in, you moving like mimes
Been a few days
I ain't been sober
When the album drop
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