oh - oh Once upon a time i used to dress up 'ken' But now that i'm a woman, i like bigger men And i don't need a barbie doll to show me how GIRLS
don't get no rougher then that Liberty City? It don't get no tougher then that Don't get it twisted I'm from the hood I'm a fortunate girl I see more
I should know to leave them home. They follow me through the store with these toys I can't afford. "Kids, take them back, you know better than that."
I'm brainwashed But after I got know to Him then all the shame stopped They think I'm deranged, they call me insane They said that to Jesus, I'm following
saw us coming, they had they heads turned We faced the persecution, we know the led burns We know them nails hurt, we know them thorns scared We know
lake Bitch check the weave that's in that lake [Luke] Bitch, get that weave out! You dirty bitch, get that weave out! Mix say, bitch get that weave out
from Miami with all the juice So consider yourself warned; they're back on the case: It's Luke Skyywalker and the Ghetto Style Bass! Ghetto Get up [
All she kept sayin is I'm a make you grow up All that shawty kept sayin to me Is that I'm a make you grow up with your fantasy I ain't neva like that
life of sin My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids So you know, I don't hang around the house much This all night, money making got me outta
the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up Chorus Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier ooooo child things
y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah! Picture me rollin, baby Yeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks I told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on Hmm
If I have kids, will I live to see them grow? Though I don't know, I live the life of a thug nigga Until the day I go, no broken promises A sacred bond
mystery But all I know I never let the money get to me Stay down like the, truest Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this Who
So I just go with what i know I dont trust none Look what the 80's did To what's Bebe's kids And now we grown up Nobody ain't own us yet Young Noble:
hurts. The children pay the biggest price, never get the chance to grow up with a happy life. Blame it on the rock, but we know that's a bunch of
of all this anger and this angst Never once did you hear me say I'm a gangster and I aint hear no complaints But I know, that I will always continue
passed away screamin, please Young nigga, make Gs I can't give up, although I'm hopeless, I think my mind's gone All I can do is get my grind on, death
