A mother was grieving her loss, her soldier the ultimate cost She went to the man who's been told that he's a king Waited outside of his compound to ask
the answer will be The girl can't help it 'cause she's in love with me (She can't help it, the girl can't help it) She'll mess around with every mother's son
tired excuses What would you do? Girl, I know if my mother can do it, baby, you can do it What would you do if your son was at home Cryin' all alone
made you for Profound don't you think?, Okay let's put this poetry in motion I'm shining simply because mother earth I'm your son Our entire circumference
You got to take your time make a **** wait on this mother**** You make **** mad and **** like **** usually start rappin' after 4-bars **** go in Let's start dancin' in this mother
do it viciously Lie to my face and that mother fucker's history Cocaine cocaine China bright, snow white Rolled to a rave And steal a mother fucker
hate yo guts Mad he didn't double up, and that Lifestyle bust Ya lifestyle fucked, ya duckin, every corner tryna clap at you Plus fuck ya mother, the
Bout to lose it, voices screamin', "Don't do it!" It's like '93, '94, 'bout the year that Big and Mag dropped And "Illmatic" rocked Outta every rag drop
(She can't help it, the girl can't help it) Won't you kindly be aware, the girl can't help it (The girl can't help it) If she mesmerizes, every mother's son
It?s 2:45, the baby takes his first breath The mother never knew he only had a few left And the father gets a call in the middle of the night His breath
do it for the hood where there's alotta homicides at Where killers ride at and O.G.s reside at It's rugged, son, I love it, son, I see it every day Fuck
shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town that's similar to this too 'cause every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood Take a
fiends The sun don't shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town that's similar to this too 'Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto
west and east And know every where else is down, down, down down. Mama told my spread your wings my son and fly And though it might ge rough you are your mothers
dig him up And while you Mother Fuckers waitin on Toronto I'm in the hood with Pancho Stacking Rajon Rondo Bridge: Hustlin Championship rings Hustlin Metaphor street king (Hustling)And while you Mother
old man A son watches his father, being cruel to his mother And makes a vow to return only when He is so much richer, in every way so much bigger that
one But the kid is not my son She says I am the one But the kid is not my son She says I am the one But the kid is not my son Billie Jean is not my
time Love is the start to open our hearts Let love in my life Keep your head up Up to the sky. Because.. Every day you?d be beautiful Every day Every