all my pressures In my quest for cash I learned fast Using violent measures Memories of adolescent years Their was unity But after puberty we brought war
son of the virgin bawl, institute of the church IN WAR Preaching and researching WAR Practice and rehearsing WAR Teaching and dem learning WAR Instigating and urging WAR Always keep alert in WAR
t let it affect our future, cause I'm ready to learn more and you can be my tutor. So please if you down to teach, baby girl I'm here to listen cause
[Nas] Uh, If I can teach somethin' so dear And hope somebody learn somethin' from it And give it back They can't break me or shake me They too fake to
'in God we trust' So as we get older and our children grow up We ain't gonna teach them what y'all showed us There's too many babies dyin' before they
to listen To the wack teachers and the wick-wack system My mother put me in ? Which means black school in Swahili And there is where I learned black history
Ho ass niggaz not these hoes I trust no bitch Done learned that a long time ago Wish I had my motherfuckin pappy with me next time And give a nigga some knowledge Teach
me I'm what you lames can't be Live nigga what? Live as fuck [repeat 2X] [Verse One: Jay-Z] Check, live from the 7-1-8 Either respect the flow or learn
Backwards pimping the moon dogs balling Baby I aint tripping Im just balling where Im calling You know id like to dedicate this song To my grandparents for teaching
all my pressures In my quest for cash, I learned fast Usin' violent measures, memories of adolescent years Their was unity, but after puberty we brought war
best for her Wound up to be the best for me Guess you never get too old to learn And you can't be too young to teach She said, Momma let him go We don
war" She said, "Momma, let him go We don't have to pray about that anymore That one's been answered Amen, praise the Lord" Yesterday she was a baby
survived the war momma let him go we don't have to pray about that anymore that one's been answered amen praise the lord yesterday she was a baby in
to listen To the wack teachers and the wick-wack system My mother put me in ? Which means black school in swahili And there is where I learned black
's a crook, word up All the time, I'm in crazy drama, when I pick up The phone, call my baby's mama, ha She try to tell my baby, I'm no good But she
that baby, that would be no fun, Let the baby grow up, you can kill it when it's twenty-one. Don't abort that baby, allow it to live, Think of all the
beautiful? Wouldn't it be beautiful? Wouldn't it be beautiful? If we can love each other Realize we're sisters and brothers Take care of our babies Teach
comin' through after one or two And havin' a gun that he couldn't get to that one'll do Foolish niggas learn the hard way then I teach 'em Be in the
