Oh she knows, she takes his hand And prays the child will understand At the door they watch the men go by In the clothes that daddy wore, mother's pride
: Oh she knows she takes his hand and prays the child will understand at the door they watch the men go by in the clothes that daddy wore mother's pride
Oh she knows she takes his hand and prays the child will understand at the door they watch the men go by in the clothes that daddy wore mother's pride
Mama, how do I write the words to you? You were the only one who loved me true But there?s a woman that we don?t even know She gave me life, then you
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I hear sadness, I hear numbers, feeling, I love everything I hear sadness, I hear numbers, feeling, I love everything I hear sadness, I hear numbers
Sometimes I try to figure out just why Why you are the way you are You you make it so hard for me to love you Hold up now, listen I ain't gonna try to
Backrub, you know a little massage Tight shit you get when you Head Nigga in charge I'm in the Rolls listening to the bars Leaned back wit a chick smoking
?em off something, proffer something Ok, woo They call me Diddy DJ Felli Fel Testing 1, 2, 3 Testing 1, 2, 3 Check this out, listen to me, listen Life
? up let you play with my sanity Gives a fuck what you think of me unless you feedin? my family Mother fuck all my enemies one time for my mini me's Listen
Lay me down on a bed of roses Sink me in the river at dawn Send me away with the words of a love song Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother
a case, ain't leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip I'm aimin' a automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother
Buddy look down and your shirts all bloody, looks like She caught you with a bad one for messin' with da mad one Told you 'bout this girl before, you didn't listen
a case - ain't leavin' traces here to Redder-Dip I'm aimin' a - automatic find a bitch I'm hangin' up Protainin' up, boss strangler, better save my mother
mother, go dig a damn ditch Get out my face, I'm tired of the press too You write about me, I write about you You think I'm violent, but listen and you
see a sucka in the third row, tryin' to riff A paragraph and a half he's stiff I start bustin' off barrages ear high Mothers grab for their children,
'm ( ? ) [ ROUND 1: Hen-Gee ] Black stallion, knockin on concrete walls Standin tall, rappers in my face, they stall Stutter, softer than melted butter There's no other word, go ask your mother
full of naked bitches they know I got that juice and they just want a taste, a sippina?? I be battina??, they be pitchina??, Barry Bonds the way I hit it listen
