my generation) Things they do look awful c-c-cold. (Talkin' bout my generation) Hope I die before I get old. (Talkin' bout my generation) Talkin' bout my generation. Talkin' bout my
Who am I? My brother's keeper? Yeah, I be clutchin' on my Bible, willing to die The wicked is near me Dearly departed but nobody hears me Is we all
my purpose to toil harder Tryin' to make good off my honor 'Til a hater really make me a martyr Kiss my, gonna miss my daughters Hope I taught my seeds proper I love my
can call me t double o to the l-o-double - yo I'm 2low, that funky little niggaroe Comin back with a brand new cut And you can new jack swing on my nuts
I see your picture in my head and my hand shake You can run, you can hide, but there's no escape My inner feelings show no mercy on my enemy I got to
cream We'll cut a nigga, gut a nigga, shut a nigga up For my paper, I'll wet a nigga up Did'ya hear me do' (Hear me do') Ya feel me do' (Feel me do')
Intro: Yagga o (yagga o) Yeah I (yeah I) Yagga o Verse 1: They said I'm nothing but I laughed and told them keep talkin No when they see me they hang
about your future You can't do that tomorrow But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR [Lupe Fiasco] O' ye told 'en in the souls My goal is to sit
I Say My Own Body, Then I Realized Them Pussy Ni***s Shot Me (Man) Man I Couldnt Even Tell My B**** I Love Ha, Man I Couldnt Even Kiss My Mother. Aint
OF LOVE! THAT'S RIGHT, YOU GOTTA FIND YOURSELF A CRAZY KIND OF LOVE! THAT'S RIGHT, YOU GOTTA FIND YOURSELF A CRAZY KIND OF L-O-O-O-OVE!... You're out
's so beautiful Walking over here I've found what heart is It's being next to you Without a single breath Between us (between us) I've found what heart
you over there eyein' me? Peeps with me, I know you ain't tryin' to leave If you is, I'll show you how live I be My bad, did I pull your freak? Where my
Redman house shit And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails Word to Jamel, my heart pumps nails in my
loves you By my grandfather's bed, my mother is broken Psalm 17, O God, I call on You She doesn't want to hear any words about leaving My grandfather
S I R T double O I like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time I make my own damn beat now all the money is mine I carry big fat wives, I treat my
shit But I've been true to this shit given my heart and soul Been shinin' like a diamond, gettin' passed as coal So, fuck off Shit With my pants half hangin' off my
hot big money spending scum An' you be here 6 o'clock tomorrow evenin' And then I hear Bronx New York Get on the telephone Call 50 of your friends Tell
hands up in the air, All the pretty girls put your hands up in the air, I wanna see who's my favorite (my favorite), Yeah, you my, you my favorite!