your mothers? son Treat your brother like you want it right back Straight in the out face of too fast Gonna be judged by the things you?ve done Oh, be your mothers son
we still plaaayyy [Verse 2] Now shit's constantly hot, on my block It never fails to be gunshots Can't explain a mother's pain, when her son drops
I'm tired of these mother fucking niggas man! (Hey yo what's the deal with these little mother fucking monkey's man?) Yeah son I just want to give me
: Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there
who claims that I am the one But the kid is not my son She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son [3rd verse] For forty days and forty nights
made of 14 carat gold That's the problem Your sense of time She changes like an hourglass They're playing on the side I loved you triple spiral Father, son
: Jesus was an only son As he walked up Calvary Hill His mother Mary walking beside him In the path where his blood spilled Jesus was an only son In
is not my son She claims I am the one, but the kid is not my son For forty days and for forty nights The law was on her side But who can stand when she
But The Kid Is Not My Son She Says I Am The One, But The Kid Is Not My Son [3rd Verse] For Forty Days And Forty Nights The Law Was On Her Side But Who
: [Intro: chorus plays along with the intro] Get the mic on I don't know what happened, son I just lost my mind, son It's like I wasn't strong, G, I
call the cops on me, and told them I had it like "Yeah, pop the trunk, he got dope and guns" Check for warrants, that son of a bitch on the run, I know
problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin
ain't tryin to see no highway chase with jake Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case So i...pull over to the side of the road And i heard "Son
even had to cry sometimes Like when I lost my mother [Kirk:] Your mother? [Jakes:] My mother: [Kirk:] I'm sorry... [Jakes:] No son...that's fine: ...
White girls tell me, "hey Nicki, your camp rules. Is that why you get more head than shampoos? " Asalaamalaikum, no oink for me. And I never let a D-boy
a court that can judge me, the block love me Like nines to the side of the skully, popping they top I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for
Kid Is Not My Son She Says I Am The One, But The Kid Is Not My Son [3rd Verse] For Forty Days And Forty Nights The Law Was On Her Side But Who Can Stand
weed...you got what you want coppenhagen, give the people buddah...indoe gentlemen...a lovely yell oh that old boy...you must love the buddah...listen man your mother