it Can you relate? I renovate, straight out the gate Carried my weight but seem to receive nothin' but hate Millionaires snatchin' crumbs off my little son
away and go play with this hatchet and flaming spear I'm tryna mix up this Molotov, then peel the fuck off I've got a windmill to tackle, son, polish
, top notch or amateur You'd rather be in the projects butt-ass with a hundred G's cash And no gun, than to fuck with Sticky, Fredro 'n Son You lookin
like this, right man It's too hot in New York man It's too hot in New York man, give me Three nights in Rio De Janeiro with no sounds of buses No ambulance
For you to defeat, the Gods Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kemit Don't go son, nigga you my motherfuckin' heart Stay still son, don't move
create it Can you relate? I renovate, straight out the gate Carried my weight, but seem to receive nothin' but hate Millionaires snatchin' crumbs off my little son
pa-pa, no ah-ahh I'm quick to dumb out, run up in yo' crib with the guns out Spray your peeps, smack the baby teeth out your son mouth Who can stop me
just pimp slack ya No way No way No way No way Son, I'm heated, heated, like Fahrenheit Hot like Buckshot's flows and rhymes damage ya life Now you lookin' for the ambulance
mom found him in the basement there as he swung At 5 years old what does that do to a kid Produced a maniac anthrax type of a kid I hear an ambulance
I'm (one) of the worst You one of them weekend thugs acting like you did dirt Come sunday morning, you be the first nigga in church Y'all cats better dispirse, watch it son
out of my hands That's why I'm praying to God Oh Heavenly Father, keep my head above the water It's Your world, but we Your children Your son's and Your
an incident Don't ever invade China Here, son I'm handin' over to you Don't crash the ambulance Ohh, here son I'm handin' over to you Don't crash the ambulance
Comme tous les matins Le soleil se leve Entre les buildings Vers sept heures et demie J'ouvre ma fenetre Toujours le meme homme qui fait son jogging
on me? [Chorus] [Joey as Beau] My names Beau, gotta chick named Pam that I live with But she's always in church, real religious I hadda son he was young
worth no ransom money wont you handsome, a nigga wasnt handsome raised a mind like charles manson, knew i was a man's son but which one, that made me
hoes swallow my spit Wanna drink every bottle I sip [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] Nigga when that heat, is bustin off And the ambulance come, and rush
a bon s'faire mettre pas ses pincos Apres avoir marque el goal! Y a bon s'rouler dans l'herbe moite Aie que j'ai mal, vite une ambulance Y a cool sentir derriere son