Lyrics:
of tea a cup of Sake
A Virgin Mary with the Marquis
By canoe and coracle
I solely own my carryall
Counting different coloured cars
We've got the same
heard her screaming like a radio
Mary Lou left marks on you
She just screams at the walls
The kite string pops
I'm swallowed whole by the sky
We
in Boca Raton
Singing-Hail Mary-au contrary
I wrote the whole mother fuckin rhyme dictionary
So nifty-I could take all you down with me
I'm 25
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
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
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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
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,
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
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,
[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
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
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
leaders dead
Price is on a rebels head
Crooked judges crooked cops
Crooked system prison locks
Wholly owned by advertisers
Mother Mary Father Joseph
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
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