the time Little face, little feet Little hands in my brain Driving me insane Driving me insane Little face, little feet Little hands not around No more little sounds No more little
the time Little face, little feet, little hands in my brain Driving me insane Driving me insane Little face, little feet, little hands not around No more little sounds No more little
kinda made me smile So many things to say And I'll put em in a letter Thought it might be easier The words might come out better How's your mother, how's your little
saw What sending a kid to fight can really do Now with the war I can tell they're a little shook up 'Cause just a few mother's sons will never really
it before Its no big deal I'm so big wheel In them little cars with those big wheels With a little box full of those big steels Pretty little chicks in
? We gotta do something it?s not right, We can?t keep saying our hands are tied, We gotta do something but it?s too late, There?ll be another mother
he... Touched me He looked at me and stared, yes he Bumped me My heart was unprepared when he Tapped me And knocked me off my feet One little touch
cat with 9 lives, time flies By so I got one life to loose it But how will I use it? Uhhh, I put it all in the music Cause y'all pussies Fold away before they hand
Will lead me to my home Somehow this river marks A wrinkle hand in mine And everyday that parts The water into two Mothers and feathers start To
Reloads the ammo One for the go Let's laugh as they at you She's her mother's daughter Ready to slaughter any punk Who puts his hands in her garter A
Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne [Verse One:] Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker
little girl [Chorus] Mama Don't know why Mama's just a little girl Given that she is or not Time ain't on her side Mama's just a little girl (
the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back, My first words were "thug for life" and "Papa pass the Mac." I'm bustin' on these motha fuckas
president Dan Quayle eat a dick up. Peep game. -Chorus repeats- (Spoken by Tupac) Punk motha fucka. Fuck all those motha fuckas, they all can eat a motha
it gets hard on the fuckin streets It's like a madness, fuck making gravy I rhyme and do crimes, cuz either way pays me A little rough with a hardcore
Little somethin for my godson Elijah and a little girl named Corinne Verse One: Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker
inncent. Lay back and relax, feal the good vibrations, after we fuck I dont a conversation. New princess show me your interests, wait let me guess you like my ghetto poetry. Here's a little
