grow or pay Grow or pay 'Cause I got run over by truth one day From this day on It's either grow or pay Grow or pay Grow or pay I got run over by
shake you pussies up, I'm a vibrator, haha, Get gettin' money like hell yeah, This shit so good it don't even smell bad, And you can tell dad, that I'
us off to war Please be honest what it's for Doesn't matter is life or death Yeah [Verse 3][LL Cool J] I'm not republican or democrat I'm independent
dad was a junky Went in debt to his arms, it's sad 'cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know Just 'cause your in the ghetto doesn't mean you can't grow But
it hatred, We need it, that?s the reason why Satan was created. Moses was a murderer but he was God?s favorite, My gun goes straight off but prayers still pay
time, a simpler time When a man could be sure of where he stood I used to work at the yard, working honest and hard The hours were long but the pay was
t understand my kind Little brother was thrown out of school Drownin' kiddies in the kiddie pool Big brother lives in city jail Mom and dad won't pay
) Broke With No Lights On [Verse 1: lil scrappy] Growing Up Off Section A, Momma In The Other Rooms Cryin B'cause She Got Bills To Pay, And It Aint No
this month My love, I'd cover you And if you have to lie to everyone Well, I'd cover up for you 'Cause we're growing older, growing up Just like our
astronaut CHORUS: People always ask me, "When you gonna grow up And when you do what will you be?" That's when I always tell them if I'm gonna grow up
but the pay was good I had a family and friends So many friends We'd drive to the lake on holidays Back then it wasn't so dear For a sandwich or beer
With every pimp, every mack, every gang star, the Jack Every hustler feeding babies anybody pro-black Every sister raising kids without the help of a dad
an' then you'll be fine These are the rules, nigga choose to utilize or lose Pay yo dues, if I die jus' get my face tattooed Up on yo shoulder, or right
still It's like life dealt me the wrong hand Cat's that was my man be frontin' or either found dead Sound said incarcerated just turned a new Dad Remembering
grown man Still It's like life dealt me the wrong hand Cat's that was my man be frontin' Or either found dead Sound said incarcerated just turned a new dad
want is food stamps Give her a check and let her hang with the school tramps And mama's gettin' mad 'Cause now she gotta watch her little girl grow
dad was a junky Went in debt to his arms, it's sad Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know Just cause your in tha ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow But oh
