Lyrics:
Yeah
Yo, son, you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man
Yo, check it out, yo
Yo, I got a new, yo, niggas don't even know, son
Yo, check
There's a story folks remember that the neighbors like to tell
About a lion king and his son that loved their kingdom well
It was full of antelope,
Son look,.. let me show
I'mma show my lil boy how to be a man
Show my lil boy how to own this land
Show my lil boy how to get these bands
Take yo
hit the blunt, hit his baby mother up
Have the bags by the door I’m coming to pick you up
Gotta move fast If lil man sleepin then get him up
Ima go
arrived
Cornered by the order
Checkmate sucker, not a move, game's over!
Clocks bending backwards, many cannot get with me
A logical man, I'm the epitome
My
died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what
a bearded man on his squad
So much power from oil money
That poor folks can't sit by him
No problem Osama
Bin Laden been hiding
So long that them pictures all
a movie where George Bush had a bearded man on his squad,
So much power from oil money that poor folks can't sit by him,
No problem, Osama, Bin Laden, Been
I am the tin man
For a hundred years he rested here
Rusted shut and so dormant
In a little lost corner where no one strolls
In the soul of this
some, you fi gimme mi son
Mmhm bring it come, di titty gimme some
Hickey haffi run pon titty till it numb
If yuh man a give yuh bun, give di bredda bun
[Professor X]
(We have come..)
by way of the stars, by way of the Nile evermore
(We have come..)
speaking the tongue of the pharoahes, descending
Never Last
Ran Wit Killers For A Filler That Would Take From Subtraction,
Over board With My Reaction, Never Taught To Be A Man
Left That Little Boy
growing like little lion zombie, seeing my self over notorious Bad than 2PAC
Arrangeing my pack to the world.
Bringing devastation upon you fake Niggas
the South Coast is wild coast and lonely
You might win in a game at Cholon
But a lion still rules the Barranca
And a man there is always alone
I played
a little boy with a pocket full of rocks that knew how to trust and pray
Said, if you're gonna run Galiath, better do it now, son, I came here to stay
Well,
Toto, Tin Man, Lion, Scarecrow!
Now He didn't have a brain but he was very smart
Then she met a tin man and he didn't have a heart
He said Oil can
alter, mufucker
Little bit of mold and the mightiest come to rot
And Little by little a little becomes a lot
Say who is the mac of the pack who acts
trying to play my role, man of God, family man, business owner, brother, son, city set on a hill man
10. cin't no snuffing out with lies, this little light
the banter of a sycophant
Enlisted by Ulysses Grant to record at the Record Plant
Islamabad is on the nod, Havana at the riot squad
And if you want to be
advance for civilisation.
One small step for man.
One giant step for mankind.
For he so loved the world.
He gave us his only begotten son
And likewise
plans witnessed a man die
Was only fifteen, should've been a beauty queen, still
See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killed
Little girl,
help to pray for my sons
And just a little bit of strength to help me fight for my sons
I ain't playing I'm afraid for my sons
It's like a war is brewing
the righteous bold as lions
And the wicked gon' run
Ayy, do you understand why God
Gave us His only Son?
He's the Mediator, makin' sure that
His will is done,
God put them in
Father Son Spirit I got plenty friends
This is not fifty cent (No) We got many men
(Yeah) Bring the lions out take them out the den
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