matter what she says to me I'll always be around Some will say she lost her way But here is where she's found...music When she was young and comin up
to come by and I ain't no bitch nigga Shit been in some robberies and walkbys And you don't want that, neither do I But I will, I will 'cause I'm a hustler
to a place they?re all warrin? The lake we build houses but it?s the hood we call home In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real
I mean? Listen, listen, I don't think you understand what I mean When I ask you to 'Walk Witt Me', I got the hawk wit' me No talk wit' me, in the yard wit' my dickies Young
[Intro: Pharrell Williams] I said think about your future You can't do that tomorrow But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR [Lupe Fiasco] O' ye
And show depth, as we make people nod Find heaven in this music and God Find heaven in this music and God Find heaven in this music and God [D'Angelo
will not be televised The revolution is here Yeah, it's Common Sense, with DJ Premier We gonna help y'all see clear It's real hip-hop music, from
see no evil Ain't tryin' to talk to or hear from or see those people And I ain't had them little homies burn up no regal I've been tryin' to do this music
Wazzup? This Webbie Trill Entertainment, Young Savage aka Lil' Baton Rouge However you wanna call it, nigga Now look at the bad bitches, nigga Fuck them
men say a??If you want to talk do it silenta?? Therea??s nothing you can tell my damn fans to stop liking me or writing me they kill for me I will put
am at your front door shit that aww naw he got a gun oh shit ..shit...shit (JAE MILLZS) Okay its young money what you know bout it The simuarto will
like my style, the way I dress The way I flirt, say yes I hope you like my mind, the things I say If I'm with you, then I'm with only you my loyalty will
your kinda love? Your some kinda love? What's your beautiful? [Repeat twice] [Verse:] The youngest grows brother to one son to a wife excelled in musical
I talk to my aunt named Mattie Lee And recognize the importance of family Hand me a joint, good music and room to breathe Those that doubt Com' will
outside is hot than a m*** But we cold chillin? in the Brick City So kick back, light some b*** Put your hands on a big fat greasy a*** And turn the music
young ladies cryin' with a daddy in the house But not a father in the home Now y'all know there's a difference And what about all our young soldiers