Lyrics:
the poor at home
Don't curse me, sweet Mary. about your lucky destiny
I'd slit my throat for your liberty and my mother shouldn't cry
I'm waiting for a sign
cause I'm a customer
They got more drive-bys than in any Blockbusta
Even Mary thought my style was scary
Smokin blunts in Frisco and ate rice with
Awfully Deep
[Verse 1]
I don't do mind games, I'm frame by frame
I'm eighteen bits, I'm forty-eight hertz
My favourite tie-tie 'til my nicky (?)
My flirt
The sun goes down and I crept out the cemetery
Lookin' for hood rat hoes, like this bitch Mary
Known to fuck
Known to suck
Every nigga that I
start to shoot
So many rounds is wizzin by me I don't see how I ain't dead
Smooth? stepped in the way with a AK and shot the cop in his head
[Chorus]
thirsty...Ima blow me a gooky
I'ma blow by myself or I'ma blow with my crew
This is my medicine
When I'm in pain no one makes me feel better than Mary Jane
rumblin'
Fuckin' wit' me getcha trampled Lemon Lame is an example
He got beat down by these dogs, and all he got was just a sample
But now I'm on my way
the tar-pit
It's strange, like chemical drips down Aspirin lane
Tobacco and Shane, me and Mary-Jane
We all got a clutch that can shift us to want
It's
your acting all shy, hm I wonder why
Every time I look at you, you turn and drop your eye
We faced, began to lace you up with lines
Fragrance by Ann
My Life out like Mary
I'm oh-Blige-d to J. any ghetto queen that's sanitary
Don't play me too close, you'll get roasted by the human torch
from Newark,
Mary Lou Retton
Best play like Omega Psi Phi and start steppin'
Jettin' on the first Delta out (huh)
'Cause I make mics melt in my mouth
Takin' 'em
Left up to your discretion
And you can spill your guts
In your next confession
Lift your eyes up to the sky
Give 'em ten Hail Marys
For one white lie
Calls me by my name
Now that I am in your fair town
You must do the same
For I'm a
Ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm
Dick, and Mary
Nigga, you don't scare me
I got a homie by my side
His name is Dirty Harry
I don't really want to have to blast nobody
So don't be
the middle, lost within the riddle
On God's reflection I stand, within an intersection of life lost
Double crossed by man, we stand ignorant
False prophet,
with needs
Mary K. Latourneau think you knew the truth
It's all the young dudes, who's got the best moves, yea
They call me the heart throb that
[BLOODY MARY]
Yo, there was this Crip, Crip, Crip ended up more cripple than handy man
Went hoo-ridin' and know who's hidin' in a minivan
Once in royal David's city
Stood a lowly cattle-shed
Where a mother laid her baby
In a manger for His bed
Mary was that mother mild
Jesus
struggle to get by
Shoot nuns, nothing said
I been rockin' with Kamachi since nine-five
You a pussy
I'm a fuckin' cat that got nine lives
I keep the ratchet
Once in royal David's city
Stood a lowly cattle-shed
Where a mother laid her baby
In a manger for His bed
Mary was that mother mild
Jesus
When Mary came to find the tomb of Jesus
The stone was moved, the Lord is risen
The angel said "fear not, the Lord is risen
Don't see the living
thought it was Game
Drove up the wrong street, looking for Mary Jane
Got popped close range, I guess he thought it was a
Game
Most gangstas in the Pen,
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
My gal and I, we had a fight
And I'm all by myself
I guess she thinks now that she's gone
I'll lay right on the shelf
I'm gonna show her she's
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