't shine on the same dog every day And I'm due a little sunshine it's been a long long time And the sun don't shine on the same dog every day I've had
I'm Uncle Sam, how do you do? Gimme five, I'm still alive Ain't no luck, I learned to duck Check my pulse, it don't change Stay seventy-two come shine
I don't know you, I never met you For laughs I'll call you Sam You were the son of Mrs. Someone I hope she understands Sam you were all that you had
with my luck Coming soft to the hole and get your whole game stuffed As we sway the dance halls from heaven to hell As the sun do shine, JBeez rock
what to do Son of Sam, son of a doctor's touch, a nurse's love Acting under orders from above King for a day Son of Sam, son of a shining path, the
t stop the shining, cant stop the shining (2X) You wanna stop the shining, you wanna stop the shining (2X) Can't stop the shining, cant stop the shining
The devil bears the pentagram, a wormhole/ hologram My body slams man with the heavy grams Lay the beat down; Make big connections to the Son of Sam and Uncle Sam
today, this man lost his son, his son died So he had him cremated, took his ashes And then made it to a Diamond ring Now he watches his son shine everyday
baby baby baby, uh! / Another one bites the dust / Dust mite / Might an emcee want to bust a mic? / Michael Jackson / Son of Sam / Samson / Samsonite
I'll make it shine for sure Word is that I've traveled, become unraveled I been around the world baby, gimme an apple I'll be your boogie man rather than son-of-Sam
bit of thugs is all it takes, To make this industry just great A little bit of thugs is all it takes, To make this industry great Black shine... black shine
, then he lets it down Scam money don't make none He threw a trip on the ace, now he's out son Hits the local bodega to woof down a hero Son is on a '
he's low key You might know my name, but now look, you don't know me I can be nice and flip like the Son of Sam Nobody knows exactly how I am I'm the
a blow carbine Dem show to yar har dem, nah show fi yuh spine No a beer there dead son dem a dat a find Yah miss yar friend yuh miss yar son, check man
[INTRO] My mama took me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a muthafucka Don't fuck with Game I
[Intro] My mama took me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a motherfucker Don't fuck with Game
your mom's groceries Little Sam died three months later He got set up in the elevator, his cape was regulated His name faded, he has a son by this bitch
