your mothers? son Treat your brother like you want it right back Straight in the out face of too fast Gonna be judged by the things you?ve done Oh, be your mothers son
up in the clutch We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose) Closed
we still plaaayyy [Verse 2] Now shit's constantly hot, on my block It never fails to be gunshots Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
I'm tired of these mother fucking niggas man! (Hey yo what's the deal with these little mother fucking monkey's man?) Yeah son I just want to give me
'qu'il fallait Du bien, du mal j'ai commence l'rap a 17 balais Depuis mes debuts, gagner j'ai l'habitude Ma putain d'attitude, j'arrete pas d'prendre
made of 14 carat gold That's the problem Your sense of time She changes like an hourglass They're playing on the side I loved you triple spiral Father, son
: Jesus was an only son As he walked up Calvary Hill His mother Mary walking beside him In the path where his blood spilled Jesus was an only son In
backwards, swaying side to side Fearing the very worst They called his mother to the sight Upon the ledge beside him His mother made a last request
get what I got You might get- shot Hot damn manna's son Ya got ebonics They teach ya how to write I'm writing like I'm hooked on phonics Mother goose
problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin
ain't tryin to see no highway chase with jake Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case So i...pull over to the side of the road And i heard "Son
who claims that I am the one But the kid is not my son She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son [3rd verse] For forty days and forty nights
: My shadow side so amplified Keep coming back dissatisfied Elementary son but it's so... My love affair with everywhere Was innocent why do you care
: Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there
only if it's weed Skunk with no seeds! - A sip of Hennessy. Pass to D! - Or maybe movin' solo! Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no-no. Tell me
White girls tell me, "hey Nicki, your camp rules. Is that why you get more head than shampoos? " Asalaamalaikum, no oink for me. And I never let a D-boy
even had to cry sometimes Like when I lost my mother [Kirk:] Your mother? [Jakes:] My mother: [Kirk:] I'm sorry... [Jakes:] No son...that's fine: ...