In the glare of a neon sign She laid her body down The damned walked in beside her And laid his money down He said don't try to scream now But I want
how you fin to get paid off Kray' Thought you had a bone Bitch got shit all wrong, a y'all know I was suspicious from the front door, (front door) Wasn
the fact Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with that Then you lied about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap Like Father, Like Son
we gotta bounce, nig! [The Game] I'm a man... and most of these n***as, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son... [Busta Rhymes] The fuck you
Father, like Son But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me I hope you know I love you young'n, like Father, like Son My little man, your
Translation:] With my right hand I open the door My mom welcomes me with a newspaper and a letter I see pictures of my father fetched down by shots In
father My father to me he was a coward But that's another story The first thing will be a hug A tear, madness and joy A hidden scream Remorse and agony Chorus Rapverse3
Tormented Father can you tell me What it is what it was and what it shall be Death [2nd Verse] One for the demon, two for the son Father please forgive
would give up Couldn't die down the expectations they thought we'd live up It was everything, most parents hate it Niggas with dreams, wearing bling, screaming that they made it New York rapper said 'son
family We don't do what we supposed to So I say Familay-iiieee!!! Yeah, Family Familay-iiieee!!! (Yeah) [Verse 3:] Check this out I wanna break the music down
In the glare of a neon sign, she laid her body down The damned walked in beside her and he laid his money down He said don't try to scream now but I want
Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam shit Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know