meant for giving, so I'll never fucking hide BORN TO GIVE We take, we take, we take, we take, we take! BORN TO GIVE And we create our fate! We must
the words to my first born .. Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga [Above the Law] Two thousand somethin somethin it's a new era A nigga
to break a steerin column, didn't have to cook a rock A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya Never judge a person or a book by it's covers Just
was a tree and a MC grew and became (Brooklyn!) Another rapper born in Queens, 9/6 the b-day Moms moved and born {?}, dad hit the freeway My young life
, this shit is cool, I'm better than mad niggaz But I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper I say that to say this Don't let mad liquor turn
a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold Not a role model, I walk
m a give it to 'em my design is rhyme in the ghettoist form Show power the child of the ghetto is born Uh, feet first, preach give a speech I kick ya
Put you in a chameleon, O-four range Still sexy, when you smoke that flame Jerk you like a chicken, when you throw that thang She got me hotter than a
Slaughterhouse behind this [Joell Ortiz] I like rap, this shit is cool, I'm better than mad niggaz But I'm just as good a crack pitcher as a pad ripper
born My words to my first born, "Feel me" My words to my first born Yeah, these are the words to my first born Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to
, I'm a twirl shit up Until my peeps come home, Zeke come home Better believe I'm a keep on beastin' on Where should I began our pompous, a thousand
t have to break a steerin' column, didn't have to cook a rock A damn goodie two shoes, that what they call ya Never judge a person or a book by its covers
All you petty MC's in the state of New York Gettin' a thousand for a show but you still wanna squawk Can't get a decent contract, your beats ain't workin
So stop stunting dog bitch calm your nerves Born a crack baby grew up to be a g Whip that ass like I had a badge from NOPD Like a second line gangsta
born My words to my first born, feel me .. My words to my first born .. Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born .. Hey nigga talk to your born
, Q.B. made me A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me Y'all need to give it up, we don't give a fuck What y'all niggaz want, thug, life is mine
(come back please!) Rob a L7, that's a square You a bottom hoe, you got to know Off you I plan to make a lot of dough So suck fast bitch, and swallow
