my daughter, my mom is my mom nancy is my wife cause she is the bomb (hey don't forget about me in this roll call) joe is my brother who is standing
it It might have been right it might have been wrong But one thing's for sure it really fucked his head up Where is it who is it how is it was it right
we proper You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] And so to sign off, this beat I rhyme off Is
thugs face is my mirror But this was one in particular This kid he was the vintage stick em up pro 16 years old, did his jail sentence, nowhere to go
why then? Must it go on, we must stop the killin Tell me why we die, we all God's children [Chorus - Female singing, Nas in background] World is
every single it is We bustin them mack 10's, these shit never ends sawed off and We building a single army and liquor an singers we killin we thrillin
yours Acknowledge me, baby, what are U waiting 4? ["Down on it" repeats in BG] Welcome, this is where I live [fades out] This is where I dream my dreams 2night we
alone I got a few, you would like to bone But, chicks that romance me don't tickle my fancy Bonin Tiffany, Nancy; that's not where my plans be Need a girl that could stand me, raise
, this song is dedicated to (word) (Whether good days, happy or sad) To all of those that's been down with each other since day one Aha, let's keep it
a crown I wear ([R:] So what it mean?) I rule I come to town they stare ([R:] Cause D.M.C.) is cool ? because, the crowd, is on it Drop this beat and
We be giving the women the willy we sick of the haterz Wanna pay us go to get this record This is important we be courtin' every place we go Get you
got no pulse and I've got nothing to lose. We are what nightmares are made of what The feared fear most on this day of the living dead. All hallow's eve where
Rock] Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cookin' [Wyclef Jean (The Rock)] Yo this is strictly
is laughing, I was scared as fuck and they thought it was hilarious [Chorus - Chamillionare] In this game it seems That I'm lyrically, reaching a point where It
we beef we make yo' street hurt, check yo' beeper The job is done when you get 911's Receivin calls talkin 'bout son your lil' brother all alone My attitude
for not givin' it up fuck what that nigga say, nigga give it up why black people act like little kids? make mad excuses when they know what it is be
you know it, you're not alone Looking for a place called home anywhere Oh Indiana Those big dreams are flying machines And they'll take you where ever you want to go