one thing I have learned In my short time on this earth Devotion should be owed not earned Only you determine what you're worth We are set free We are the sons
one thing i have learned in my short time on this earth devotion should be owed not earned only you determine what you're worth we are set free we are the sons
got fatherless sons Lookin up to ballers, when they was smaller they got they dollars in ones Now you see 'em in they old school Impalas with guns That
our warlord's dead Oh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns Oh great father of the Iroquois ever since I was young
most the younger fools Squat out from the guns they usin', not close to the most of them Quarter rolls, microphones, one, two, revolution Sons due, evolution
spreadin' lies and secret funds Can't defeat the Campesino with their money and their guns Cause he's fightin' for his future and his freedom and his sons
you fella (uh) You sure you want some I run wit' slum, cats play like they bums Money in large sums, navigators and guns Baby mamas wit' sons Ain't afraid
passed on, mack strong, couple of shots May the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin the block Where they used to stand at, somebody's takin they place A younger
] No doubt dummy out bets pull the money out niggas walk a funny route this is what its all about? young guns and dum-dums slum bums and sons askin' niggas
then In Vietnam Was a sign of the times I can?t believe Your blue eyed sons Were given guns What happened to The sound of young America That grew from
come but for now have fun Fuck bitches, party, Cristal on my tongue Violence is young, wild as they come Catch me in Harlem World smokin silence wit sons
gerls booties jiggle 40 valium and 40 shrooms 40 hopeful and 40 gloom 40 skulls and 40 tombs 40 witches and 40 brooms 40 daughters and 40 sons 40 old and 40 young
bedroom pass that bitch down like an heirloom, Tunechi Hold up Hold up Wait a minute Hold up Hold up [Chorus - x2:] Huslte till nightfall Party till sunrise Guns