Lyrics:
face down
Gun sounds
No witnesses
Two men found
Both under the age of 21
When will we overcome
Son had to bury lil woe
Mom's buried son
So tired
Slim thugga, muthafucka!
Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs
Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne
Born
in these streets
I can't stop fucking with these hoes, but I say I'm just doing me
Bitch, I'm a Ninth Ward nigga, Mason street, D&G
That Florida
sumin')
If 2Pac was here, he would coach me
Real nigga rockin' a Rollie
This for C Murder in Angola (This for C man)
I slept by him every night (We was
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
I'm by my dolo[01:30.70]Used to feel so far, now I feel so close[01:33.21]She think I just wanna party and go home.[01:36.61]Oh no[01:38.57]I ain't come
Fanny’s Fury
music:
Crazy Feeling
V1 Fanny
Hello, Ladies of Ward Ten…
(sfx, cheering)
V2 Fanny
Are we ready to show the men?
(sfx cheering)
will smoke the fuck nigga like Snoop
Bitch pass Thugga the boot, take off like a troop
Bloods are with me back in 21 gun salute
Everything come out your
somebody told got 5 o pulling tricks.
Got to pay car note and water bill and they both do by the 3rd.
Everybody had the weed so I switched it up to syrup.
the Carbon will smoke the f*** n**** like Snoop
B**** pass Thugga the boot, take off like a troop
Bloods are with me back in 21 gun salute
Everything come
Ezra, to meet Sarah and the women of Ward 10, on the street to continue to protest the price of Kosher meat.
V3 Husband
Fanny, are you insane?
These
profits flew right out the door! (2x?)
V21 Woman 2
In 1904, and 1905, two reporters,
muckrakers we say,
V21B Woman 1 That’s what they were called
I know all my real thuggas gun relate
I ain’t trynna eat until my bruddas ate
Finna put my patnas in a better place
And i’m stacking money like i
your Barney in the backyard
You dug it up with your bare hands—now that’s hard
Karma had a way of sorting that out
Fell out a tree, broken in pieces by
high-five
Everybody looking for the smoke when we drive by
Trippin over nothing on the come up so can I vibe
Staring at the game so long its an eye sore
cause a psych ward isn't free
The chances I was given, healing wounds I can't ignore
By the time - i'm driven - it's too late for the encore
Reach for
line
Love is a minor chord
Love is a mental ward
Love is a drawn sword
Love is it's own reward
Love is the pleasures untold
And for some love is
Shit I’m writing what I see
Age 18
Marco had the beats in the dorm room
Loud roto in Mary ward room
Not disclosed
I’m Rio Galileo
Flow feo
Rolling down
don't run in this Valley
But they do go to the Bowling Alley
I don't bowl anymore Sadly
I was in love with running Madly
Bipolar, and Psych Wards Made me
my friends
Now my glasses are under a train
Now my glasses are under a train
My sister got taken care of when she was 12 (and sent to hell)
By the age
Aahhh, a nuff a dem a freak,
Den how dem waa fi class mi when all part dem a leak,
Ward 21 a speak, yuh nuh like it hold a seat,
Cause if yuh talk
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