a glade he'd not beheld before. Hermaphroditus: Narrator: "Where are you, my father? "Then he could go no farther Give wisdom to your son" Now lost
on red burgundy In sixty-nine your father died I saw you in the years between Handsome, impetuous son of the rich Taking care of your mother, the queen
sun on a Ghana queen Now all I want is hits, yo, Wayne signed a fiend I played the side for you jiggas that's tryna front, and see Son of Gunz, Son of
signed a fiend I played the side for you niggas that's tryna front, and see Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me Pause for this dumber speech
a fiend I played the side for you n-ggas that?s tryna front, and see Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n-ggas the son of me Pause for this dumber speech, I
out shortly and join me on stage, OK? Now, give me that riff again, whats that riff? Think right. No, OK, do it - play it again! This is my son Teddy,
night we fuck shit And don't call the next day, this a thug's wedding day And love, will we make it? Let us pray... In a limo, my niggas, my father, my
(feat. Redhead Kingpin, Rob Base, The Original Spinderella, Father MC, Monie Love, Mike D (The Jungle Brothers), EST (Three Times Dope), Positive K, Krazy
cracks It's expanding, God I'm freezing. "Hello, mother dear, Yes, it's good to know you're near. But your stifling grasp - it won't change me. Greetings father queen
Know what I mean? [DMC:] Queens day cash made on Hollis Ave. Queen's Queen's Queen's yea yea yea, make, make it, make it seem easy Queens day cash made
, you ain't seen a storm before I ain't taking this shit no more We approach with a white skull when we assassinating y'all [Verse 2:] I'm the father
signed a fiend I played the side for you niggas that's tryin' to front and see Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me Pause for this dumber
a fiend I played the side for you niggas that's tryin' to front and see Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me Pause for this dumber speech
streets the children screamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son
the kings of rock now nigga, know-mean? Queens Day Cash made on Hollis Ave, queen's queen's queen's Yeah yeah yeah, make, make it, make it seem easy Queens
world Let me take you to the herding ground Where all good men are trampled down Just to settle a bet that could not be won Between a prideful father and his son
a sign, in leather gloves With instructions to meet the VIP upon arrival Father, mother and sister, trading smiles and playful shoves And their son is