through the fire Tell my father so he'll know I love him so Tell him how I wore the blue Proud and true like he taught Me Tell my father not to cry Then
the sea So be my God and guide me Till I lie beneath the hills Then let the great God of my fathers Be the great God of my children still God of my
that Chi-Town made me, that's how my daddy raised me That glitterin' may not be gold, don't let nobody play me If you are my homeboy, you'll never have
in a wishing well, now wish me well Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell Word to my mama, I'm out of my Lima bean Don't wanna see what that drama
right behind me All these heartless fools is steady comin' after my P So many phony niggaz lovin' to hate Sean So many cheddar niggaz comin' after my cheese Is it my
is this? Three niggaz dressed in black Roley's on they wrist, feathers in they hat One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack Put my finger on
Yea, so clumsy wit them racks Though I aim anywhere so clumsy wit the straps Half a life sentence a half on my lap Plus I got half of the task on my
, so clumsy wit them racks Though I aim anywhere so clumsy wit the straps Half a life sentence a half on my lap Plus I got half of the task on my back
(Yup) I got a confession (What?) Know we 'bout to sin, but your body is a blessing (Father, forgive me) Girl, can we take it up stairs (Up, up, up stairs) My
back And see what I've been without Now I've made up my mind To make this work with you Cause you and no one else, fills me like you do See my father
went quiet and Hector said to me "What are you looking at wimp?" Hector Ormano is my favorite boxer Even though he was mean to me My father says I'm
drivin' a Delorean, hard times never heard of those, in the back, my feet kicked up, get my d-ck sucked, with the curtains closed, and for the record kid, my
there's no way to mend it, we'll end it My crew'll hit the matresses, G.O.D. Father style - all prepared to get buckwild Half my niggas ball, other half
knows my name Still grindin (still grindin), Still hustlin (still hustlin) No more pain (no more pain), No more sufferin (no more sufferin) For my ladies and my shorties and my
. Leon JD Ay, feels like im forgetting a few people, huh I just want to say to all my niggas, everybody that I love My nieces, my nephews, all my niggaz
my knife, Got cash in my jeans Did dirt in my life, havin nightmares in my dreams I remember my father, I was watchin him suffer Help me heavenly father
thing I did was speak in class I'll teach his ass Even better's what my uncle did I pop my demo tape in start to beat my head Peaked out my eye, see
