/and you get hate mail It's all one love/and it's one hate too You give yo' love - and they still hate you! [Chorus] "One hand.. is always
father of Jacob Jacob had twelve sons for real And these were the children of Israel According to Genesis chapter ten Egyptians descended from Ham Six hundred years later my brother read up
quit it Then I told her to miss me and splitted Quickly I lit it up, no problem to get it up Then she called and said, she needed me to help her Get
out the hamper Three big head boys, but one's got to go to school Her youngest daughter hair braided, lookin like a fool Empty refrigerator Family chew up now an laters
killin up that cock so nigga..shiat baby barbeque ribs and guts and uh dont make me get the deep fryin baby nuts, sluts get ate out like a dank
for you What you say? We get a room, just me and you? After too much liquor one thang led into another But you know where he messed up, he told her he
shorty's get to grabbin' on me The last thought I get is, Poobie run To them girls wishin' all the starters will stun But I gotta tell it like it is, hon one
as an example") Do it, and see it, and be nobody else Jungle Brothers, De La, they gave me little light In Top, Three Feet, Buddy, that was aight One year later
the kinda slugs that's gon' Get lodged in your chest gotta night time scope that could see Through the walls so just to get shit crackin' I'ma tear up
and you can't get up You think it's over, you think it's all your fault Then you look up and see her picture on the wall You get up and think this the
and plus You get rushed and when the press is on, you just been checked You had plans on conquerin' this, you need to switch up Get up, nigga you should of got up
?s Denise The one from high school with the dope body But now she is out there going for broke And all her dreams went up in smoke Two years later and
I just did it big Nigga ten years later I still got these kids Most niggas aint keeping it real Ghetto Bill show these clowns how to the get these deals
from the crops he raised Barely paid the bills we made For, life had kick him down to the ground When he tried to get up Life would kick him back down One
around the clock Three years ago in St. Albans, Queens I was rockin' at a park called One Eighteen Little kids stood and watched as I rocked the spot Didn't know, years later
J party you gotta get in So I'm makin' big steps like Gladys Knight in the pier One rhyme you're on my tensils as I leave my lip Up the block kids are
time to fake funk with triggers Don't believe in kids with that puts cat say Fuck around with Fasion get your whole shit bit Spend crazy years with the
hated,now hes in middle school, the same individual, but this is wher things seem to get a bit diffucult, this is the life of a young mexican, verse one done take me to the second one