[{"id":5030001,"name":"Family Tree","trackName":"Family Tree","artistName":"Naughty By Nature","albumName":"Iicons - Clean","duration":330.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sometimes because of jealousy and the intent to demise\nCertain factions have to be forbidden or destroyed\nFire has to be sent to the poisoned forest\nWith the root of fresh trees planted elsewhere\n\nOnly then will you obtain a wilderness\nThat cannot be penetrated, petrified family tree\n\nSee what started as a family forest\nGot cut to a family tree with the limbs\nAnd the leaves looking' at the world for answers\nThe world points to the sun and the sun says\n\nThe answers in me, so I search through the darkness\nCan't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\nLord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\nSo now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\nMany minds always meet with pens and sheets\nClose my eyes, think what next on my rhymes\nSee this face in ink, I'm havin' visions of wisdom\nDreamin' 'bout my own ending\n\nAm I seein' death as freedom and livin' as prison\nMy son didn't have a daddy to shape him so\nGod bless him with a daddy to save him\nYeah I raise him and pay some attention\n\nHe talked and he listened to reach him and teach him\nBefore I'm gone from existence\nTeach him 'bout the foes, the hos and all opponents\nThose that always talk 'bout love but never showed it\n\nThose who had the chances to stand and always blowed it\nThose that set you up by the hour to steal your moment\nPac the word is you ain't there so fuck the rumor\nI'll get a pound of that shit from Bermuda\n\nAnd meet you in Cuba\nFucked up on Larusa no doubt, I know the locale\nIf they gotta born you, I'm gonna mourne you 'til I join you\n\nSee what started as a family forest\nGot cut to a family tree with the limbs\nAnd the leaves looking' at the world for answers\nThe world points to the sun and the sun says\n\nThe answers in me, so I search through the darkness\nCan't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\nLord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\nSo now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\nUhh and now I know I got some family\nWho missed me from the heart, forever we're apart\nJust because I'm nothin' and you abuse me and use me\nNow you wanna try to come bruise me\n\nAnd even though maybe were in there\nFarther than it once was I know family don't always\nMean that they blood 'cause some people just\nDon't give a nigga what some people tried to use my name\n\nSo all the fat we had to cut and I'm still\nWalking with my six amp strut\nUrban eyes see through camouflage\nAnd now I know who's butt\n\nSo when I sent you tried to play me\nAll of a sudden now I'm shady\nMaybe deep down in my heart\nNever trust you from the start\n\nNever hoped you'd be my homie, don't come 'round my way\nAnd if we never speak again, it's got to be that way\nThis millennium, we'll be spankin' your heiny\nRemind thee naughty invented family of the 90's\n\nSee what started as a family forest\nGot cut to a family tree with the limbs\nAnd the leaves looking' at the world for answers\nThe world points to the sun and the sun says\n\nThe answers in me, so I search through the darkness\nCan't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\nLord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\nSo now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\nLife doesn't end when the sweat dries\nA time when a nickle cost a dollar\nWhen you rise your chest dies\nMy dynasty many fear it cos' I'm near it\n\nAncient Egyptian scriptures fitted in through hyroglyphics\nMotherfuckers try to touch my mental state\nNiggas smile up in your face and then they infiltrate\nSo it seems nowadays that the only plan\n\nTo get my people help my people get a load of land\nAnd Im'ma see it if I have to kill some shit\nTo make my family tree a motherfucking wilderness\nSee a black man standin' on the promised land\n\nSince they broke every promise I devised a plan this\nBlack this and black that crap is gettin' touchy\nAny black hat that cross my path, I call him lucky\nThose who turn. they back with they fears\n\nAnd try to before they can see us\nThey gonna need us sweet Jesus\n\nSee what started as a family forest\nGot cut to a family tree with the limbs\nAnd the leaves looking' at the world for answers\nThe world points to the sun and the sun says\n\nThe answers in me, so I search through the darkness\nCan't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\nLord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\nSo now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\nSee what started as a family forest\nGot cut to a family tree with the limbs\nAnd the leaves looking' at the world for answers\nThe world points to the sun and the sun says\n\nThe answers in me, so I search through the darkness\nCan't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\nLord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\nSo now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Family Tree\n  artist: Naughty By Nature\n  album: Iicons - Clean\n  duration_ms: 330000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sometimes because of jealousy and the intent to demise\n  Certain factions have to be forbidden or destroyed\n  Fire has to be sent to the poisoned forest\n  With the root of fresh trees planted elsewhere\n\n  Only then will you obtain a wilderness\n  That cannot be penetrated, petrified family tree\n\n  See what started as a family forest\n  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs\n  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers\n  The world points to the sun and the sun says\n\n  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness\n  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\n  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\n  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\n  Many minds always meet with pens and sheets\n  Close my eyes, think what next on my rhymes\n  See this face in ink, I'm havin' visions of wisdom\n  Dreamin' 'bout my own ending\n\n  Am I seein' death as freedom and livin' as prison\n  My son didn't have a daddy to shape him so\n  God bless him with a daddy to save him\n  Yeah I raise him and pay some attention\n\n  He talked and he listened to reach him and teach him\n  Before I'm gone from existence\n  Teach him 'bout the foes, the hos and all opponents\n  Those that always talk 'bout love but never showed it\n\n  Those who had the chances to stand and always blowed it\n  Those that set you up by the hour to steal your moment\n  Pac the word is you ain't there so fuck the rumor\n  I'll get a pound of that shit from Bermuda\n\n  And meet you in Cuba\n  Fucked up on Larusa no doubt, I know the locale\n  If they gotta born you, I'm gonna mourne you 'til I join you\n\n  See what started as a family forest\n  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs\n  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers\n  The world points to the sun and the sun says\n\n  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness\n  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\n  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\n  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\n  Uhh and now I know I got some family\n  Who missed me from the heart, forever we're apart\n  Just because I'm nothin' and you abuse me and use me\n  Now you wanna try to come bruise me\n\n  And even though maybe were in there\n  Farther than it once was I know family don't always\n  Mean that they blood 'cause some people just\n  Don't give a nigga what some people tried to use my name\n\n  So all the fat we had to cut and I'm still\n  Walking with my six amp strut\n  Urban eyes see through camouflage\n  And now I know who's butt\n\n  So when I sent you tried to play me\n  All of a sudden now I'm shady\n  Maybe deep down in my heart\n  Never trust you from the start\n\n  Never hoped you'd be my homie, don't come 'round my way\n  And if we never speak again, it's got to be that way\n  This millennium, we'll be spankin' your heiny\n  Remind thee naughty invented family of the 90's\n\n  See what started as a family forest\n  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs\n  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers\n  The world points to the sun and the sun says\n\n  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness\n  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\n  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\n  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\n  Life doesn't end when the sweat dries\n  A time when a nickle cost a dollar\n  When you rise your chest dies\n  My dynasty many fear it cos' I'm near it\n\n  Ancient Egyptian scriptures fitted in through hyroglyphics\n  Motherfuckers try to touch my mental state\n  Niggas smile up in your face and then they infiltrate\n  So it seems nowadays that the only plan\n\n  To get my people help my people get a load of land\n  And Im'ma see it if I have to kill some shit\n  To make my family tree a motherfucking wilderness\n  See a black man standin' on the promised land\n\n  Since they broke every promise I devised a plan this\n  Black this and black that crap is gettin' touchy\n  Any black hat that cross my path, I call him lucky\n  Those who turn. they back with they fears\n\n  And try to before they can see us\n  They gonna need us sweet Jesus\n\n  See what started as a family forest\n  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs\n  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers\n  The world points to the sun and the sun says\n\n  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness\n  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\n  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\n  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\n  See what started as a family forest\n  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs\n  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers\n  The world points to the sun and the sun says\n\n  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness\n  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\n  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\n  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n"},{"id":6254543,"name":"Family Tree","trackName":"Family Tree","artistName":"Naughty by Nature","albumName":"IIcons","duration":330.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sometimes because of jealousy and the intent to demise\nCertain factions have to be forbidden or destroyed\nFire has to be sent to the poisoned forest\nWith the root of fresh trees planted elsewhere\n\nOnly then will you obtain a wilderness\nThat cannot be penetrated, petrified family tree\n\nSee what started as a family forest\nGot cut to a family tree with the limbs\nAnd the leaves looking' at the world for answers\nThe world points to the sun and the sun says\n\nThe answers in me, so I search through the darkness\nCan't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\nLord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\nSo now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\nMany minds always meet with pens and sheets\nClose my eyes, think what next on my rhymes\nSee this face in ink, I'm havin' visions of wisdom\nDreamin' 'bout my own ending\n\nAm I seein' death as freedom and livin' as prison\nMy son didn't have a daddy to shape him so\nGod bless him with a daddy to save him\nYeah I raise him and pay some attention\n\nHe talked and he listened to reach him and teach him\nBefore I'm gone from existence\nTeach him 'bout the foes, the hos and all opponents\nThose that always talk 'bout love but never showed it\n\nThose who had the chances to stand and always blowed it\nThose that set you up by the hour to steal your moment\nPac the word is you ain't there so fuck the rumor\nI'll get a pound of that shit from Bermuda\n\nAnd meet you in Cuba\nFucked up on Larusa no doubt, I know the locale\nIf they gotta born you, I'm gonna mourne you 'til I join you\n\nSee what started as a family forest\nGot cut to a family tree with the limbs\nAnd the leaves looking' at the world for answers\nThe world points to the sun and the sun says\n\nThe answers in me, so I search through the darkness\nCan't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\nLord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\nSo now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\nUhh and now I know I got some family\nWho missed me from the heart, forever we're apart\nJust because I'm nothin' and you abuse me and use me\nNow you wanna try to come bruise me\n\nAnd even though maybe were in there\nFarther than it once was I know family don't always\nMean that they blood 'cause some people just\nDon't give a nigga what some people tried to use my name\n\nSo all the fat we had to cut and I'm still\nWalking with my six amp strut\nUrban eyes see through camouflage\nAnd now I know who's butt\n\nSo when I sent you tried to play me\nAll of a sudden now I'm shady\nMaybe deep down in my heart\nNever trust you from the start\n\nNever hoped you'd be my homie, don't come 'round my way\nAnd if we never speak again, it's got to be that way\nThis millennium, we'll be spankin' your heiny\nRemind thee naughty invented family of the 90's\n\nSee what started as a family forest\nGot cut to a family tree with the limbs\nAnd the leaves looking' at the world for answers\nThe world points to the sun and the sun says\n\nThe answers in me, so I search through the darkness\nCan't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\nLord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\nSo now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\nLife doesn't end when the sweat dries\nA time when a nickle cost a dollar\nWhen you rise your chest dies\nMy dynasty many fear it cos' I'm near it\n\nAncient Egyptian scriptures fitted in through hyroglyphics\nMotherfuckers try to touch my mental state\nNiggas smile up in your face and then they infiltrate\nSo it seems nowadays that the only plan\n\nTo get my people help my people get a load of land\nAnd Im'ma see it if I have to kill some shit\nTo make my family tree a motherfucking wilderness\nSee a black man standin' on the promised land\n\nSince they broke every promise I devised a plan this\nBlack this and black that crap is gettin' touchy\nAny black hat that cross my path, I call him lucky\nThose who turn. they back with they fears\n\nAnd try to before they can see us\nThey gonna need us sweet Jesus\n\nSee what started as a family forest\nGot cut to a family tree with the limbs\nAnd the leaves looking' at the world for answers\nThe world points to the sun and the sun says\n\nThe answers in me, so I search through the darkness\nCan't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\nLord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\nSo now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\nSee what started as a family forest\nGot cut to a family tree with the limbs\nAnd the leaves looking' at the world for answers\nThe world points to the sun and the sun says\n\nThe answers in me, so I search through the darkness\nCan't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\nLord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\nSo now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Family Tree\n  artist: Naughty by Nature\n  album: IIcons\n  duration_ms: 330000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sometimes because of jealousy and the intent to demise\n  Certain factions have to be forbidden or destroyed\n  Fire has to be sent to the poisoned forest\n  With the root of fresh trees planted elsewhere\n\n  Only then will you obtain a wilderness\n  That cannot be penetrated, petrified family tree\n\n  See what started as a family forest\n  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs\n  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers\n  The world points to the sun and the sun says\n\n  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness\n  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\n  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\n  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\n  Many minds always meet with pens and sheets\n  Close my eyes, think what next on my rhymes\n  See this face in ink, I'm havin' visions of wisdom\n  Dreamin' 'bout my own ending\n\n  Am I seein' death as freedom and livin' as prison\n  My son didn't have a daddy to shape him so\n  God bless him with a daddy to save him\n  Yeah I raise him and pay some attention\n\n  He talked and he listened to reach him and teach him\n  Before I'm gone from existence\n  Teach him 'bout the foes, the hos and all opponents\n  Those that always talk 'bout love but never showed it\n\n  Those who had the chances to stand and always blowed it\n  Those that set you up by the hour to steal your moment\n  Pac the word is you ain't there so fuck the rumor\n  I'll get a pound of that shit from Bermuda\n\n  And meet you in Cuba\n  Fucked up on Larusa no doubt, I know the locale\n  If they gotta born you, I'm gonna mourne you 'til I join you\n\n  See what started as a family forest\n  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs\n  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers\n  The world points to the sun and the sun says\n\n  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness\n  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\n  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\n  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\n  Uhh and now I know I got some family\n  Who missed me from the heart, forever we're apart\n  Just because I'm nothin' and you abuse me and use me\n  Now you wanna try to come bruise me\n\n  And even though maybe were in there\n  Farther than it once was I know family don't always\n  Mean that they blood 'cause some people just\n  Don't give a nigga what some people tried to use my name\n\n  So all the fat we had to cut and I'm still\n  Walking with my six amp strut\n  Urban eyes see through camouflage\n  And now I know who's butt\n\n  So when I sent you tried to play me\n  All of a sudden now I'm shady\n  Maybe deep down in my heart\n  Never trust you from the start\n\n  Never hoped you'd be my homie, don't come 'round my way\n  And if we never speak again, it's got to be that way\n  This millennium, we'll be spankin' your heiny\n  Remind thee naughty invented family of the 90's\n\n  See what started as a family forest\n  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs\n  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers\n  The world points to the sun and the sun says\n\n  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness\n  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\n  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\n  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\n  Life doesn't end when the sweat dries\n  A time when a nickle cost a dollar\n  When you rise your chest dies\n  My dynasty many fear it cos' I'm near it\n\n  Ancient Egyptian scriptures fitted in through hyroglyphics\n  Motherfuckers try to touch my mental state\n  Niggas smile up in your face and then they infiltrate\n  So it seems nowadays that the only plan\n\n  To get my people help my people get a load of land\n  And Im'ma see it if I have to kill some shit\n  To make my family tree a motherfucking wilderness\n  See a black man standin' on the promised land\n\n  Since they broke every promise I devised a plan this\n  Black this and black that crap is gettin' touchy\n  Any black hat that cross my path, I call him lucky\n  Those who turn. they back with they fears\n\n  And try to before they can see us\n  They gonna need us sweet Jesus\n\n  See what started as a family forest\n  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs\n  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers\n  The world points to the sun and the sun says\n\n  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness\n  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\n  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\n  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\n  See what started as a family forest\n  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs\n  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers\n  The world points to the sun and the sun says\n\n  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness\n  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\n  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\n  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n"},{"id":18835542,"name":"Family Tree","trackName":"Family Tree","artistName":"Naughty By Nature","albumName":"IIcons","duration":332.0163328,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Sometimes because of jealousy and the intent to demise\nCertain factions have to be forbidden or destroyed\nFire has to be sent to the poisoned forest\nWith the root of fresh trees planted elsewhere\n\nOnly then will you obtain a wilderness\nThat cannot be penetrated, petrified family tree\n\nSee what started as a family forest\nGot cut to a family tree with the limbs\nAnd the leaves looking' at the world for answers\nThe world points to the sun and the sun says\n\nThe answers in me, so I search through the darkness\nCan't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\nLord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\nSo now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\nMany minds always meet with pens and sheets\nClose my eyes, think what next on my rhymes\nSee this face in ink, I'm havin' visions of wisdom\nDreamin' 'bout my own ending\n\nAm I seein' death as freedom and livin' as prison\nMy son didn't have a daddy to shape him so\nGod bless him with a daddy to save him\nYeah I raise him and pay some attention\n\nHe talked and he listened to reach him and teach him\nBefore I'm gone from existence\nTeach him 'bout the foes, the hos and all opponents\nThose that always talk 'bout love but never showed it\n\nThose who had the chances to stand and always blowed it\nThose that set you up by the hour to steal your moment\nPac the word is you ain't there so fuck the rumor\nI'll get a pound of that shit from Bermuda\n\nAnd meet you in Cuba\nFucked up on Larusa no doubt, I know the locale\nIf they gotta born you, I'm gonna mourne you 'til I join you\n\nSee what started as a family forest\nGot cut to a family tree with the limbs\nAnd the leaves looking' at the world for answers\nThe world points to the sun and the sun says\n\nThe answers in me, so I search through the darkness\nCan't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\nLord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\nSo now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\nUhh and now I know I got some family\nWho missed me from the heart, forever we're apart\nJust because I'm nothin' and you abuse me and use me\nNow you wanna try to come bruise me\n\nAnd even though maybe were in there\nFarther than it once was I know family don't always\nMean that they blood 'cause some people just\nDon't give a nigga what some people tried to use my name\n\nSo all the fat we had to cut and I'm still\nWalking with my six amp strut\nUrban eyes see through camouflage\nAnd now I know who's butt\n\nSo when I sent you tried to play me\nAll of a sudden now I'm shady\nMaybe deep down in my heart\nNever trust you from the start\n\nNever hoped you'd be my homie, don't come 'round my way\nAnd if we never speak again, it's got to be that way\nThis millennium, we'll be spankin' your heiny\nRemind thee naughty invented family of the 90's\n\nSee what started as a family forest\nGot cut to a family tree with the limbs\nAnd the leaves looking' at the world for answers\nThe world points to the sun and the sun says\n\nThe answers in me, so I search through the darkness\nCan't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\nLord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\nSo now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\nLife doesn't end when the sweat dries\nA time when a nickle cost a dollar\nWhen you rise your chest dies\nMy dynasty many fear it cos' I'm near it\n\nAncient Egyptian scriptures fitted in through hyroglyphics\nMotherfuckers try to touch my mental state\nNiggas smile up in your face and then they infiltrate\nSo it seems nowadays that the only plan\n\nTo get my people help my people get a load of land\nAnd Im'ma see it if I have to kill some shit\nTo make my family tree a motherfucking wilderness\nSee a black man standin' on the promised land\n\nSince they broke every promise I devised a plan this\nBlack this and black that crap is gettin' touchy\nAny black hat that cross my path, I call him lucky\nThose who turn. they back with they fears\n\nAnd try to before they can see us\nThey gonna need us sweet Jesus\n\nSee what started as a family forest\nGot cut to a family tree with the limbs\nAnd the leaves looking' at the world for answers\nThe world points to the sun and the sun says\n\nThe answers in me, so I search through the darkness\nCan't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\nLord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\nSo now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\nSee what started as a family forest\nGot cut to a family tree with the limbs\nAnd the leaves looking' at the world for answers\nThe world points to the sun and the sun says\n\nThe answers in me, so I search through the darkness\nCan't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\nLord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\nSo now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Family Tree\n  artist: Naughty By Nature\n  album: IIcons\n  duration_ms: 332016\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Sometimes because of jealousy and the intent to demise\n  Certain factions have to be forbidden or destroyed\n  Fire has to be sent to the poisoned forest\n  With the root of fresh trees planted elsewhere\n\n  Only then will you obtain a wilderness\n  That cannot be penetrated, petrified family tree\n\n  See what started as a family forest\n  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs\n  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers\n  The world points to the sun and the sun says\n\n  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness\n  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\n  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\n  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\n  Many minds always meet with pens and sheets\n  Close my eyes, think what next on my rhymes\n  See this face in ink, I'm havin' visions of wisdom\n  Dreamin' 'bout my own ending\n\n  Am I seein' death as freedom and livin' as prison\n  My son didn't have a daddy to shape him so\n  God bless him with a daddy to save him\n  Yeah I raise him and pay some attention\n\n  He talked and he listened to reach him and teach him\n  Before I'm gone from existence\n  Teach 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in me, so I search through the darkness\n  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\n  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\n  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\n  Uhh and now I know I got some family\n  Who missed me from the heart, forever we're apart\n  Just because I'm nothin' and you abuse me and use me\n  Now you wanna try to come bruise me\n\n  And even though maybe were in there\n  Farther than it once was I know family don't always\n  Mean that they blood 'cause some people just\n  Don't give a nigga what some people tried to use my name\n\n  So all the fat we had to cut and I'm still\n  Walking with my six amp strut\n  Urban eyes see through camouflage\n  And now I know who's butt\n\n  So when I sent you tried to play me\n  All of a sudden now I'm shady\n  Maybe deep down in my heart\n  Never trust you from the start\n\n  Never hoped you'd be my homie, don't come 'round my way\n  And if we never speak again, it's got to be 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Dreamin' 'bout my own ending\n\n  Am I seein' death as freedom and livin' as prison\n  My son didn't have a daddy to shape him so\n  God bless him with a daddy to save him\n  Yeah I raise him and pay some attention\n\n  He talked and he listened to reach him and teach him\n  Before I'm gone from existence\n  Teach him 'bout the foes, the hos and all opponents\n  Those that always talk 'bout love but never showed it\n\n  Those who had the chances to stand and always blowed it\n  Those that set you up by the hour to steal your moment\n  Pac the word is you ain't there so fuck the rumor\n  I'll get a pound of that shit from Bermuda\n\n  And meet you in Cuba\n  Fucked up on Larusa no doubt, I know the locale\n  If they gotta born you, I'm gonna mourne you 'til I join you\n\n  See what started as a family forest\n  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs\n  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers\n  The world points to the sun and the sun says\n\n  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness\n  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\n  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\n  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\n  Uhh and now I know I got some family\n  Who missed me from the heart, forever we're apart\n  Just because I'm nothin' and you abuse me and use me\n  Now you wanna try to come bruise me\n\n  And even though maybe were in there\n  Farther than it once was I know family don't always\n  Mean that they blood 'cause some people just\n  Don't give a nigga what some people tried to use my name\n\n  So all the fat we had to cut and I'm still\n  Walking with my six amp strut\n  Urban eyes see through camouflage\n  And now I know who's butt\n\n  So when I sent you tried to play me\n  All of a sudden now I'm shady\n  Maybe deep down in my heart\n  Never trust you from the start\n\n  Never hoped you'd be my homie, don't come 'round my way\n  And if we never speak again, it's got to be that way\n  This millennium, we'll be spankin' your heiny\n  Remind thee naughty invented family of the 90's\n\n  See what started as a family forest\n  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs\n  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers\n  The world points to the sun and the sun says\n\n  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness\n  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\n  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\n  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\n  Life doesn't end when the sweat dries\n  A time when a nickle cost a dollar\n  When you rise your chest dies\n  My dynasty many fear it cos' I'm near it\n\n  Ancient Egyptian scriptures fitted in through hyroglyphics\n  Motherfuckers try to touch my mental state\n  Niggas smile up in your face and then they infiltrate\n  So it seems nowadays that the only plan\n\n  To get my people help my people get a load of land\n  And Im'ma see it if I have to kill some shit\n  To make my family tree a motherfucking wilderness\n  See a black man standin' on the promised land\n\n  Since they broke every promise I devised a plan this\n  Black this and black that crap is gettin' touchy\n  Any black hat that cross my path, I call him lucky\n  Those who turn. they back with they fears\n\n  And try to before they can see us\n  They gonna need us sweet Jesus\n\n  See what started as a family forest\n  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs\n  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers\n  The world points to the sun and the sun says\n\n  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness\n  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\n  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\n  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n\n  See what started as a family forest\n  Got cut to a family tree with the limbs\n  And the leaves looking' at the world for answers\n  The world points to the sun and the sun says\n\n  The answers in me, so I search through the darkness\n  Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost\n  Lord, please tomorrow ain't promised to you nor me\n  So now we choose the roots, so we can plant new trees\n"}]