Songtexte:
Have Heart The Same Son

's a man who sleeps on the ice-cold streets his godsend not in me, but in his cardboard: his sheets yet I still see the same son.

s a man who sleeps on the ice-cold streets his godsend not in me, but in his cardboard: his sheets yet I still see the same son.

bring the same pain to your peeps I'm dressed to kill: black-hooded, black souljas and 'Bauds When I spot ya I'ma let the stop on the SK unfold When you hear

: Yeah G-Unit Nigga 50 Cent You Heard Me Irv I don't believe you let that nigga talk You fat cupcake eatin' mothafucka I'll fuck you up nigga Fuckin'

contracts abolished, the law is null void It?s no longer I done live, but Christ done live I no longer have the same priorities, you dig? Since I understand grace, man things have

with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East River And we have four people

: 2Pac Hey DeVante Nigga, don'tcha know we're gonna sow up every bitch in the country Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin room On the same level

: [Bizarre] The rap game, hip hop 101 The hardest nine to five you'll ever have You can't learn this shit in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker

know that God set you aside For me and now, you are my prize Wanna grow old with ya Fill our house with your pictures Have a son for you A little girl