Lyrics:
he run and hide?
You don't know 'cause things ain't clear
And baby, when you cry
Is he gonna stand by your side?
Does the man even know you're
you got to stick to your guns
When it all comes down
'Cause sometimes you can't choose
It's like heads they win
Tail you're gonna lose
Win big, mama's
the back hello Peggy Sue
She had two Blunts from Billy
And some alcohol too
Where you think you’re going
I really don’t care
Wherever your headin I’m
Ayy, I just wanna thank God
Ayy, for all the blessings
Ayy
Ayy, ayy
On my mama, on my hood (my hood)
I get high, I look good (look good
to take a nigga in
Cause they couldn't get good supervision from mother Mamie Lee
On the east side of Detroit, YBI's running round, childhood really sound
too good for you?
I remember when you were the one.
Is this what you want?, a puppet in their hands
Humbled by The Merchants, The Merchants
to patch fast
I lost Marshall to an enemy, this situation's bad
We just wanted riches, didn't keep them when we clashed
Adam's gone too, yeah, I'm losing all
Another one bites the dust
Hey I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust
How do you think I'm going to get along
Without you when you're gone
You
Juarez Mexico
Late in the hot joints takin' the pills in walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
I said yes sir my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her down
devil who came from hell
Always getting into trouble mama needs help
Mama I love you
No ones above you
Don't mean to hurt you
When I get reckless
I've
You see Mama is so good at drying your tears
Because she's become a pro at hiding hers in her fur
Have you ever noticed when she only smiles with half
It's fik entertainment baby
Yah
Chriswiner the church man
Tuleya, tuleya, tuleya mama mee
Come and welcome me, i come to stay
I promise i will never
you can't tie me down
Jimmy Lee, everybody know me by now
I'ma be gone when the sun come smilin'
In the meantime we can have a good time and
Refrain:
trail back in Jersey in my condo
You can run up like you're Rambo
But you better hit me, nigga, if you know what I know
'Cause I got some super-size
trail back in Jersey in my condo
You can run up like you're Rambo
But you better hit me, nigga, if you know what I know
'Cause I got some super-size
until you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician
until you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician
long until you're grown
And notice that the day by day ruler can't be too wrong
Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could
Become a magician
mum mah)
My mama told me when I was young
We are all born superstars
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir
"There's
a small town girl, with her whole life packed in a suitcase by her feet,
But somehow the lights didn't shine as bright as they did on her mama's TV screen,
to cope!
It's not always good just to get by
Who's coverin' ya stakes when ya bet high?
You're cha-sin', cars, clothes and rocks
Identify with the goods
paws up
'Cause you were born this way
LA FRANCE, Hands up, paris lets go! pont
Everybody on their feet, let's celebrate
My mama told me when I was young
slapped by his sister
And that's probably gon' kill they mama
So I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, I'm sorry Ms. Houston, sissy
Might shed a tear but ain't no sissy
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