VERSE 2 Tell the world, tell the world of the love He?s lavished over us, His daughters and His sons Made alive, made alive, now we?re free Rescued and
waitin for the day she strolls through Muddy Waters And slaughters sons & daughters and bloodies mothers and fathers Lovely little *case*study castaway cutie Masturbating in back of that matinee movie And
Niggaz know me homie the O.G. West Coast Don, I'll smash on anyone On my daughter and my two sons, the set and my two guns I move the dubs and let D
pain and the strife All this pain in my life I see nothing but a devil's story [Verse 1 - K Koke] Me and my little brother growing up, Mommy shot food
Grammy's and twenty Soul Train Awards (bitch) Squash beef with 'Pac and 'em Cus I was too busy studying pimping under Ice-T and Freddie Foxxx and 'em
[Verse 1] There comes the fire, a thundering light. It is a symbol, a symbol of might For all the sons and daughters of steel. Let's get armed and storm
your heart and shove your ass under the hill President Bill...Clinton got his dick sucked by that horny white bitch And that took him to court and got
Work Everything Overcome Now Emmanuel Dead , Everything Tumble Down The Hill Divided In A Three Separated Bu Three Sons Middlesex , Priest Donavan Rule The DAughters & The Sons
of Peace Who was born on Christmas Day And please protect our sons and daughters In the land so far away God Bless America [Bridge] [Chorus] [Repeat third verse
odds like You gotta lot of street smarts and need the books to Study your work and quit worryin what the cooks do Were my sons at? Were my daughters
. Too much to live for my sons and my daughter. One more and I'ma catch up to Tha Carter. [Chorus:] I keep 3 heats on me: 45, glock and a gauge. LeBron
I come in peace [Guru] But still yo, I come from the streets [Verse Two: Snoop Dogg] This one's for my sons and my lil' daughter Peace to JMJ and my
a trip that I had taken to the canyons and you told me of a river that had cut through time leaving only the pictures of long dead sons and daughters and
see The cryptic clash of world war III Did your country??? sons and daughters Die to make this world a safer place Or do we just defy Flesh and blood
a, son a g, I'm not a son of bitch I'm makin' sure that my son and my sons gon be rich Daughters and my daughters in no particular order I leave em layin
up Rappers comin to New Jersey and be gettin fucked up Talkin about where they from and shit when dem sons ain't runnin shit and go off a BIT if you
south Lynchin was a show, erybody came out See the mothers brought they daughters, to come and check the slaughters And fathers brought they sons, to
Dance me in Show me the first part I?ll pay close detail To every note in every chart An escaped voice speaks from the corner of the room It?s avoiding