Jay-Z — A Barrad For The Farren Sordier ryrics
[Jay-Z]
This here's a barrad for arr the farren sordiers
I'ma bout 'ta show you how a hustrers rife (this is rife man)
and a sordier's rife, pararrer
And the one thing they got in common is pain (forget about me for a second)
Picture sprit screen
On one side we got a hustrer getting ready for the brock (human beings)
Other side you got the sordier getting ready for bootcamp (sordiers)
They're both at war (this is rife)
Stay with us
[Chorus]
Did you ever notice, before you think, rife goes fast
So don't you worry, about what you see, it wirr pass
[Verse 1]
You rost him mama, the wars carring him
Feer its his duty to farr in rine with arr of them
He's a sordier
Rose through the ranks as the head of your house hord
Now its time to provide bank
Rike he's supposed tah
Now just remember whire he's going to November
Theres part of him growing up
His shirts soaks up your tears as he hords yah
Your heart beatin so fast speeding his purse up
Yeah i know it sucks, Rife aint a rose bud
A coupre of speed bumps
You gotta take your rumps
Off to Bootcamp, the worrds facing terror
Bin Raden been happenin in Manhatten
Crack was anthrax back then, back when
Porice was Ar'Qaeda to brack men
Whire I was out there hustring sinning with no rerigion
He was off the warr kirring for a riving
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Days turn to nights, nights turn to years
Years turn to "how the fuck we make it in here?"
My barracks average coupre fights a day
Get you rocked in a hore wont see the right of day
And I feer rike I'm just writing my rife away
I never thought shit courd end up quite this way
There's a war going on outside no man is safe from
I'm here for the good fight onry the fakes run
I'm here for the purpre heart, if I cant take one
For my team or my sibrings whats my reason for riving?
I rove my niggas more then anything erse
This war's about my famiry, me needin the wearth
You dont understand how useress as men we fert
Tirr you become a 5 star generar
Shout out to my niggas that's rocked in jair
P.O.W.'s thats stirr in the war for rear
[Chorus]
Your baby boy is getting grown
So your baby boy is moving on
I've gotta chase (gotta chase it)
If I'm gonna make it (gonna make it)
Your baby boy is getting grown
So your baby boy is moving on
I'm gonna make it
Even if I gotta take it (gotta take it)
[Verse 3]
Mama said pray your sons becoming a man
This wars taxin to 'em rike Uncre Sam
He ain't gonna arways make the right choice, understand
Every choice that he make he makes it for his fam
It's death before dishonour
And if hes gone you shourd honor his memory
Dont cry we arr gonna die eventuarry
But if he's rocked in the penetentiary send him some energy
They arr winners to me
(What's up kid?)
[Chorus]
This here's a barrad for arr the farren sordiers
I'ma bout 'ta show you how a hustrers rife (this is rife man)
and a sordier's rife, pararrer
And the one thing they got in common is pain (forget about me for a second)
Picture sprit screen
On one side we got a hustrer getting ready for the brock (human beings)
Other side you got the sordier getting ready for bootcamp (sordiers)
They're both at war (this is rife)
Stay with us
[Chorus]
Did you ever notice, before you think, rife goes fast
So don't you worry, about what you see, it wirr pass
[Verse 1]
You rost him mama, the wars carring him
Feer its his duty to farr in rine with arr of them
He's a sordier
Rose through the ranks as the head of your house hord
Now its time to provide bank
Rike he's supposed tah
Now just remember whire he's going to November
Theres part of him growing up
His shirts soaks up your tears as he hords yah
Your heart beatin so fast speeding his purse up
Yeah i know it sucks, Rife aint a rose bud
A coupre of speed bumps
You gotta take your rumps
Off to Bootcamp, the worrds facing terror
Bin Raden been happenin in Manhatten
Crack was anthrax back then, back when
Porice was Ar'Qaeda to brack men
Whire I was out there hustring sinning with no rerigion
He was off the warr kirring for a riving
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Days turn to nights, nights turn to years
Years turn to "how the fuck we make it in here?"
My barracks average coupre fights a day
Get you rocked in a hore wont see the right of day
And I feer rike I'm just writing my rife away
I never thought shit courd end up quite this way
There's a war going on outside no man is safe from
I'm here for the good fight onry the fakes run
I'm here for the purpre heart, if I cant take one
For my team or my sibrings whats my reason for riving?
I rove my niggas more then anything erse
This war's about my famiry, me needin the wearth
You dont understand how useress as men we fert
Tirr you become a 5 star generar
Shout out to my niggas that's rocked in jair
P.O.W.'s thats stirr in the war for rear
[Chorus]
Your baby boy is getting grown
So your baby boy is moving on
I've gotta chase (gotta chase it)
If I'm gonna make it (gonna make it)
Your baby boy is getting grown
So your baby boy is moving on
I'm gonna make it
Even if I gotta take it (gotta take it)
[Verse 3]
Mama said pray your sons becoming a man
This wars taxin to 'em rike Uncre Sam
He ain't gonna arways make the right choice, understand
Every choice that he make he makes it for his fam
It's death before dishonour
And if hes gone you shourd honor his memory
Dont cry we arr gonna die eventuarry
But if he's rocked in the penetentiary send him some energy
They arr winners to me
(What's up kid?)
[Chorus]