and it's stupid and it's just our stupid pride if we were united, not divided, we might right some of the wrongs with our songs and the words to our songs
Lil Wayne: yea Juelz Santana: I cant feel my face, yea, I make the sound so beautiful, u did Lil Wayne: yea, I no, elz talk to them [Hook 2x] When the
a style that be breakin em up in the flow of the song The Tung will twist and make the people say (what?) [3x] (Say what, say what, say what - what?) [4x
sons doing good (Yeah) But I return it all for just one hug ( I would) Your oldest son and daughter they doing good We all sticking together like we should (Family
deep in the basement House and parties like real estate agent So on, so strong, and everyone got along Knowledge is power, and theres a point to this song
Yeah, I want to dedicate this song to Jonathan Myers, Morris Peterson, Gemini Smith, and Matthew Hingle. What's on yo mind? [Shoestring] No demonstration
Yeah, I want to dedicate this song to jonathan myers, Morris peterson, gemini smith, and matthew hingle. What's on yo mind? [shoestring] No demonstration
town Has my old earth believin that he's comin from the ground (jesus) Slain are those who fought for what was right Slayed are those who fell victim
ll be another nigga headed to heaven, hangin with 'Pac These motherfuckers look at me like I'm a slanger Makin threats to my family, dawg I'm in danger
I wanna dedicate this song to the young god, Kareem The Genius, Digi Sing it to 'em van Seijen Like to keep my head up to the sky And ask myself why
Chorus: Self-Destruction, ya headed for Self-Destruction 2X [KRS-One] Well, today's topic, self destruction It really ain't the rap audience that's
Me and my niggas we break bread, until the whole family's fed You heard what, I said, in this, over bull All that, I say, I speak, the truth (Chorus - 2x
and stab you in your chest And its kinda hard, to receive the swishas they pass me When I feel I got to watch the people, they call his still family Must a song
the light [Chorus x2] [Killah Priest:] Hurses past us, demos, cast in stained glass windows Pubes, pools of baptism, views of black victims I snooze
a stranger? Now, dear Mr. Bigshot, let me ask you a question. Put you on the stand, raise your right hand. I want to hear your confessions. My family
pier an niggaz who got fear, of blastin, you too near I've seen big time ballas get took out the game of playa hater-izm, victim, but not my nigga Rame
been through, things that I've seen The chicks that I ran through, places I've been I'm a victim of the very song I sing That's how it is in the heart