Lyrics:
in my head,
V110 Woman 4
Go ahead, Mrs. Finkelstein, now is the time, for it to be said!
V111 Woman 3 Finkelstein
(hesitant)
Okay, here goes.
(my death), Uptown 'til I die ('til I die)
Mrs. Gladys, nigga, we ride (ride)
Uptown, we high
Pimpin' on this paper (this paper)
Alligator with
it, 'bout it, well say you 'bout it, 'bout it
I represent where them killers hang
Third Ward, Calliope Projects, we got are own thing
It's a small
More Energy by Humphrey
Intro:Mr McKay (the copymasterbeat S.c)
It's HUMPHREY...
CHORUS
Gimme more energy X2..
Bbe girl I give you more
of this kind!
Stuff a sick with tiring tasks!
Dear Mr. Johansson! We have now ran
Through lots of wards, seen millions of patients
But none is/has what
Winona
Yo Humphrey Bogart
Mr.Caoba
Mr.Caoba
In love with a Petri woman
Obi oba
Eso es tuyo o es de goma
Mr.Caoba
In love with a Petri woman
Ay por muma
No
been through more wards
than Humphrey Shore, put together catchin leathers
on the regular, got that net, push me round and Dread stressin a
trick hoe,
Singapore; Klep been through more wards
Than Humphrey Shore, put together catchin leathers
On the regular, got that net, push me round and Dread stressin
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block
Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks
Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends
a king
Cole!
Young nigga with his jeans low
Nice guy just got a mean flow
Never seen rich but he's seen po'
Mr. Dolla and a Dream in case you ain't
The year is 1891
No work caused August to shoot himself
In the head
At home with his wife and kids
It's said they smiled at what he did
Mrs.
gettin' outta line
Algiers niggas packin that iron, respect our fuckin mind
Now all you hear is ninth ward this, nigga ninth ward that
It's Mr. Magic,
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
"Cake Soap" Jackson
Millennium Humphrey Bogart mr culture
Mr palmer mr wary Wary
One Don pharaoh
Portmore Pioneer practitioner of Music
Pussy Pathologist
raised me, you motherfuckers can't fade me
Mr. 9th ward, better respect this
I keep my head in the air because I know I'm the shit!
I'm a down south
as inspir-"
Swervin'
7th Ward (7th Ward, 7th Ward)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
7th Ward
7th Ward swerving, white Benz, wheels turnin'
Rose gold
when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
Chorus (2X)
[Master P]
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just
Cruising round the Wood, no boarding school: Mrs. Puffin
Outside sweating Mountain Dew and Robitussin
Shit's disgusting, so I take another absence
when it's time to slide, you die
No doubt about it, act bad, let's put that on the vibes
Chorus (2X)
[Master P]
Mr. Wicked, I be comin hard, just
pre>
E a e a
I cried when they shot medgar evers
E c#m
Tears ran down my spine
E a e
I cried when they shot mr. kennedy
F#7 b7
ain't heard of him
Mr. M.O.E
The Barr baby
Was a southside living legend
Of 3rd ward
Bone hard
Street veteran
And it all started in '93
ain't heard of him
Mr. M.O.E
The Barr baby
Was a southside living legend
Of 3rd ward
Bone hard
Street veteran
And it all started in '93
dissed a mother's dead son I'm sorry Mrs. Jackson
I'll take the heat I gotta let it burn with my confessions
In the midst of the madness my baby sister
sax
And vocals
Ruth Underwood on percussion
All right!
Okay
The gong always gets 'em
Ralph Humphrey on drums
Chester Thompson on drums
Tom Fowler
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