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| 2Pac Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory Just Like Daddy [Spoken:] Outlaw In This No doubt,Death Row, Makaveli You can call me daddy I'll be ya daddy JUST LIKE DADDY Foe tha ladies [Chorus] Come with me and tha time we bump, deticaite slow jams on tha radio, know ya happy I can feel ya passion lookin out foe ya just like daddy, come on, sun shine turn to rain,baby I can take away ya pain if ya trust me close ya eyes feel tha magic neva leave when ya need me I do ya just like daddy I met her when she was younger when her daddy died when she was younger her moms let her do what she please they said no one loved her her eyes shined love a dimaond and above tha kind that you can love Not yet touched with so much, potintial youngster let me got ya mental and to a place with a sourness of pain you'll never taste by God's grace you were born with that face nuthin but pure beauty so for an enternaity I feel it's my duty to be a SOULJAH dippin I got plans to mold ya and in tha coldest nights is when I hold ya like Iam supposta,as we roll closer I'll take your hand gladly, anything ya need ask me supporting my baby just like daddy [2PAC] You alveate tha stress spend time with you, I feel blessed When you gone feel tha pain so strong deep in my chest When i got arrested, came so close to goin to jail throwin blows at tha po pos breakin they nails screamin loud goin all out Damn I did You stayed locked down at moms house watchin tha kids, thru tha whole bid In tha V-I I seen ya daily When my fake homies try ta fuck you, you run and tell me that's why I stay commited, I thank God everytime I hit it hopin you'll forgive me for the times I bullshitted Me and you against the world we untouchable, screamin like ya dyin everytime I'am fuckin you ya never had a father or a family, but I'll be there no need to fear so much insanity and thru tha years I know ya gave me your heart and plus When I'am dirt broke and fucked up Ya still love me [Chours] (An Outlaw) Boo would ya die for me? Down holdin my pistol, gettin high with mean sounds tougher than brisles fool when you cry I'll be ya tissue back in tha county writin letters how I miss you givin you credit, apoligetic how I dis you get you for thinkin like a mona and on a level and sometime daddy ready to wine ya and dilain for total and twine ya we right behind ya tru life just me and you no tellin what we could do (Another Outlaw) Gettin high between tha sheets Make tha shit right here discrete Puttin nikies on ya belly while we fuckin on tha beach I love it when ya nut up and grab me I feel for ya badly, baby girl just like daddy (A 3rd Outlaw) Shorty I lend my hand out ta help ya loss soul lookin for shelta, on tha late night accept ya treat ya good won't disrespect ya My age is young out of place bitch days is done From a trixy to a missy you know I raised ya hon Placed her under my wing Showed her how we swing Now she rollin blunts for her king 1 day labled thug Mrs tha essance of my ghetto sistas hugs and kisses that's just for me to be a father figure |
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