can see that you?re not doing well, or so it seems You used to hold your head so high And with such pride You?re too young to be this broken girl You
? Iron like a lion from Zion stop tryin' so hard I think I smell your brain cells fryin' The family's behind you if you're worthy Philosophies developed
hard, any yard where we are We call that cocaine rice, i got that Condoleezza Huh, you fuck with me chump, i rock your teacup I say before you spend
t care You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle 'Cause being as fly as me is something that you
i'm Nudge from Hey Dad / I'm on a level that you'll never be mate / You'd Need to finish every game that's ever been made / So get ready for my Syd City
my daughter be the twinkle of my eye You hurt her you kill me and nigga I ain't 'bout to die See y'all are at ground and my daughter is my sky I swear
movie, aint no comics And no CNN, don?t be greedy You dare not hear this song posted in a CD No mess wit a mercy, less you can?t steal it But be pretty
you at Rock, where you at) Where the fuck are you You fucking love me? Yeah mother fucking right Where the fuck are you? What are you doing? (Where you
we gonna go for? (x3) Revolution action! Revolution - action (x4) We got to, got to.... Are you ready? A shoot - a pain - with the knife between my teeth And then I leave you
ready to be animals? Yeah!) See that bluebird on a limb he wants you to fly away with him He wants you to wear a featherly vest And he wants you to sleep
A parent, yeah my daughter be the twinkle of my eye You hurt her you kill me and nigga I ain't 'bout to die See y'all are at ground, and my daughter
movie, ain't no comics And no CNN, don't be greedy You dare not hear this song posted in a CD No mess with a mercy, less you can't steal it But be pretty
like I'm Nudge from Hey Dad I'm on a level that you'll never be mate You'd Need to finish every game that's ever been made So get ready for my Syd City
futility. Iron like a lion from Zion stop tryin' so hard, I think I smell your brain cells fryin'. The family's behind you if you're worthy Philosophies
