Lyrics:
all this stuff
We just saw your store, we gon' pop right by your store
Ayy, all my hunnids blue, all my hunnids blue, ayy
ran a rack, see all my
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
Mary Anne and Wanda were the best of friends
All through their high school days
Both members of the 4H club, both active in the FFA
After
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
The gold of Cortés
The jewels of Pizarro
Will seem like mere trinkets
By this time tomorrow
The gold we find here
Will dwarf them by far
Oh,
Uh, uh, check it out (yeah), uh
Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh (hehe, mm)
Uh (I like this) yeah, yeah
Nine-fo' (keep bangin')
To all the ladies in
to make it my fault
If you plan on leaving don't come at all
Lord knows no glory in the fall
If no one's around at the end of it all
I'm condemned,
Though by the path I lead
The passing of time and the pouring of tea
Are all I've lately seen
O my soul {SH 159}
Until the temporal bridge be
All my Harlem niggas
My BK niggas back Uptown baby, Lennox Ave
My oyes on Broadway all day, uh c'mon
Ayo, you love the way I rep black, step
believers
Once had a lover, but I had to leave her
My life is much bigger the plan I mean
Its all set in motion, the plan I’ve seen
Couldn’t figure out my
begin to explain
I tantalize your senses with sentences
since it's senseless to attempt this
my plan to rise is endless
i'm generally known to be off
Heaven’s burning look up the sky is on fire
Have you seen enough just what have we done here
Did we fail to plan or plan to expire
Day by day we
cow,
So what you MC's gonna do now?
It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan.
You won't even get bread and butter, my man.
Gonna put you
featuring Busta Rhymes G Dep Mr. Bristal
[Lil' Cease]
Uh yeah
All my BK niggas uh
All my niggas on the corner
Pull your
brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way
the plan that is designed by the colored man
Now our babies are born to think this is the way of us (Way of us)
That's the way the devil wants it so it is
Yeah, I pull up weed scented
Blowin' trees all in it
Look, it's still all good if you
Ain't seen me in a minute
West coast livin', west coast women
and raw
Whatever you on
I’m just a pawn in that federal
Plan to get us all on a nice little high
Shoot each other for crumbs one by one
Dying from wars
Wo-Worried 'bout y'all niggas, us straight
Th-These girls are my sons
Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight
When I walk in, zip up straight
I don't give a fuck if I was
[Mario]
Uh huh, yeah yeah, bow wow Mario,
Y'all ready
[Chorus]
I'll move on
Here I live by, knowing I don't like what's on the table
Drive-by 207 and 11-24
I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest
Bust his mothafuckin' head, got his mothafuckin' neck
Plus 11-99 in his mothafuckin' chest
hand me?
Took all of my niggas off Xans, all of my bitches on Plan B
Been poppin'
Foldin' this money, can't make a knot
How not? High on moon rock
I’m trying to say I’m sorry
So Where should I begin?
Do I start by listing all my sins
Should I go alphabetically or maybe chronologically
Cause I
and they kickin' the bucket
This ain't a joke we got bombs on command, makin' illegal plans like we hang with the Russians
If I start blowin' up all
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