: I believe in Jesus His father's only son I do believe he sees us With the loaded gun. I believe in the magic Of the Mujahedin I still believe in Daniel
: [Intro: Hell Razah] Yo, son, I've got something to tell you. You know what I'm saying? Because when you're going to be a great speaker. You know what
Ha! Ha! A queen is not a queen, because she is felt But a queen is a queen, because failure has not stopped her Take it from me, the queen of all queens
fiend I played the side for you n-ggas that?s tryna front, and see Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n-ggas the son of me Pause for this dumber speech, I
signed a fiend I played the side for you niggas that's tryin' to front and see Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me Pause for this dumber
a fiend I played the side for you niggas that's tryin' to front and see Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me Pause for this dumber speech
streets the children screamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son
the kings of rock now nigga, know-mean? Queens Day Cash made on Hollis Ave, queen's queen's queen's Yeah yeah yeah, make, make it, make it seem easy Queens
world Let me take you to the herding ground Where all good men are trampled down Just to settle a bet that could not be won Between a prideful father and his son
a sign, in leather gloves With instructions to meet the VIP upon arrival Father, mother and sister, trading smiles and playful shoves And their son is
say your kid sleep, I don't want no step son But lead the way to your bed room, king size bed so we got leg room She give Queen like head so we got head
killing eachother, the blood spill its a shame will it ever slow up alot of n-ggas getting older but they never grow up and do they son's like they fathers
mouth and dig they back out Black monk like Thesalonius, the government got a black phobia That's why they tap my black Nokia Black fathers, black mothers
my herbals We both agree on no more fighting, we'll just have a verbal The man'll treat you like a queen, I will never bird you Mother and father birthed
.A. L.A. big city of dreams but everything in L.A. aint always what it seems you might get fooled if you come from outta town 'cause we comin from Queens
of tha broken dreams Single mothas y'all my heroes, y'all my queens To get my moms out tha hood, that's my hope n dreams To raise my son to be a soldier
torture, sex of the 90's Mass murders and random violence, when the living become the dead Father killing mother, daughter, son suicide pact Butchers