'cha keyboard figure the rest Cause I impress my own self, and only the man upstairs can judge me Re-tellers open ya mixtape rappers than they hug me I control
Through the cold and rain Everything's still the same Can't control how I feel Sometimes it's hard to keep it real Woooooooooooooo-whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh Yeahhhhhhhhhhh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (Merci
for Pac and B.I.G. And three for all the mothers who got graves to dig For all the mothers who got graves to dig For all the mothers who got graves to
she says The richest bitch with the nicest arse Yo, Ninja, kook ?n fokken tekkie Drive! Drive fast play kak music now *chorus* Hie? gaat ons weer It?s that brotha from another mother
power for its mind power shared the brainwave causes vessels to circulate like constellations reflect at night off the lake word to the father and mother
: Hen-Gee] Black stallion, knockin on concrete walls Standin tall, rappers in my face, they stall Stutter, softer than melted butter There's no other word, go ask your mother
(feat. Goretex, Tragedy Khadafi) [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] God hates me, never keep my banger on safety My mother raised me alone, you can't break me My
mother ship and dip with Mista Grimm and Warren G grap that shiznit [CHORUS] [George Clinton] Heres to that someone who cant take the puressure Mercy
. Looking back, it's hard to imagine we came from the same parents. I sometimes wondered if we had the same father, but I always dismissed that idea as my mother
left are just bodies to mourn Can you see the lightning? Can you feel the winded source? Pack up your belongings, let chaos take control (take control!) Mother
You go soji I go de still rock the M.I.C I no go loose control Boy you go loose control Girl I no go loose control Boy you go loose control (refrain
brain insane Got him on the run nigga' This ain't for B.E.T. mother fuck the industry (foo) why allow my enemy to totally take control of me? I am everything
the cold and rain Everything's still the same Can't control how I feel Sometimes it's hard to keep it real Woooooooooooooo-whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh Yeahhhhhhhhhhh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (Merci
dark. Looking back, it's hard to imagine we came from the same parents. I sometimes wondered if we had the same father, but I always dismissed that idea as my mother
and stiff like a mannequin Bloody Kotex and sweat, and start panickin I'm dissin rappers like Damon on Living Color You need my help on the stage? I'm not your mother