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
make this statement For all the young guns to become one to die young Because the world is filled with hatred And they aim to blame our sons And I done
used to get our gold fronts from Eddy?s gold caps Whatcha know about that I bet the whole queens go around 86th with the chrome bash crew The young guns
a second son a brother, brother, mother, father but they loves one but she stuck to her guns and withheld from family friends they her two sons they grew
We can melt all the guns And then give the new world To our daughters and our sons If we only have love With our arms open wide Then the young and the
dealer What you feelin', sure you want some I brought my slums, cats play like rums And money in large sums and navigators and guns Baby mamas wit sons
bamboo, pussy in the bedroom Pass that bitch down like an heirloom, tunechi Hold up, hold up Wait a minute Hold up, hold up We hustle till nightfall Party till sunlight Guns
that thump back This ain't a game clown, play ya James Brown and jump back What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons
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
first breath They said I smiled, they cried till it was none left I guess I knew what I was in for before hand Miniature grown man, third of three sons Big bird and squirt guns
sons guns, run run Make them run run, skate take one From young one's, dumb dumbs Hit wit the dumb dumbs, hit wit the stun gun Oh damn, young hon, where
with me Nobody in rap, cause all my niggaz thug with me (nigga) [Chorus - Sheek Louch] + (Jadakiss) We gon' keep flippin our cars (weighin the odds), uh Bustin our guns (raisin our sons
