the difference and i won't drive until you tell me it's fine to follow the lines where we had said goodbye little brother, we're alright we just stay inside for now
cognac and cooked yola Got the neighborhood about to blow up, but hold up I see this van sittin?, this old cat in a fitted Trying to get your little
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ] Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
. I was born at the top of the world, Now i travel round the globe, Showing love to the world. Who cares about the kids, They on drugs. Little young
get along Okay children quiet down, quiet down Children I'd like to introduce Our new substitute teacher for the day His name is Mr. Shady Children
the agony, they wanna be released You see they're fighting for their lives with every breath Against famine, disease, and the plot of death Now this
the next bitch An shout right now from the lexus Fuck bone 'cause it's on in my city, so stick it, stick it Stick it, stick it, bitch now what? Verse
honey your mama is in the way now She gets in the away around the house She uses bad English I don't want it to rub off on my little children I think
Sunday, Bloody Sunday Sunday, Bloody Sunday And the battle's just begun There's many lost, but tell me who has won The trench is dug within our hearts And mothers, children, brothers
for better thangs But most of all a better way You know we pray and we pray and we pray like every day But I think we need a little more faith From across
got three little children And a dear lil' lovin'wife Stagalee told Billy O. Lion I don't care for your three lil' children Or even your lovin' wife
brother dropped dimes Huh, this is a brother who's a drug kingpin Made millions and millions, again and again Used to stitch a snitch just to get him switched But the brother
Bye bye boy, yeah Children play, women produce Kids killing kids, just for the juice Now Africa, is lookin' for the truth But it's gonna take a while
do to get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the
now the devil follows me everywhere that I go infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows and every street cypher listening to little
again and again, yo it's the same I won't worry brotha, don't worry sista Listen little one, I mean God will protect All of us brothers and sisters
start To heal the cracks that split apart America gone plastic And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth He's hitching himself way down south To learn a little
dancin' Give me back the Berlin wall Give me Stalin and St. Paul Give me Christ Or give me Hiroshima Destroy another fetus now We don't like children
