get back all this time I wasted She keeps, she keeps an eye on me Found my, she found my She found my, found my, found my center
a fool again Won't be fooled again Indifference as my witness I think she'd take me back She tears down my front door Just to see my photograph ?My, my
I wear - my mary jane's shoes Just like a child - under bruise My heart and my soul - they feel like I'm seven But from my head to my toels It's like
: (feat. Mary J. Blige, Poppa Wu) [Intro One: The Education of Sonny Carson] What dey gives you blood? Three months man Whatchu doin in here anyway?
bouncing with me The Don, y'all rappers don't steal my ash trays My coat hangers is diamonded out like my last gates Superhead, gave the low scoop to
thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons I'm goin through this difficult stage I find it hard to believe Why my old Earth had so many seeds But
my childhood they're spoonfed Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real Look at the pages that cause all this evil One, two, buckle my shoe Three
my Cadillac, my heart does not go pitty-pat for no rat I'm leaning back my elbows out the window Coke rhyme and indo fills my body, where's the party?
cavvy in Bethlehem Or selling my soul to Satan, six figure record deal protection's my religious denomination, B.C. I be the coming like when Mary's water
: (feat. T.I.) Ten nine eight seven six five four three two one we cry for peace (uh huh) but we live for war when you start the wire taps down in
one I walk softly, carry a big dick these family jewels is my most important riches but I still want my liquor, my sorry-ass friends and my bitch And
serve as mementos Uh, I'm so mental My track record speaks for itself, I'm so instrumental Allow me to rekindle, let's all 'Reminisce' like Mary did
my childhood they're spoon fed Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real Look at the pages that cause all this evil One, two, buckle my shoe Three
to get it got to get it This is heroin medicine that morphine flow My gun go off nigga and everybody know I hold it down with the pound three hundred and fifty seven
she's bouncing with me The Don, y'all rappers don't steal my ash trays My coat hangers is diamonded out like my last gates Superhead, gave the low scoop
!" My mind had an idea like that kid with the kite No 'caine slingin, strong-arm bringin check my eyes Redness done, so I can script "my life
s that writin', John the Revelator Wrote the book of the seven seals Christ came on Easter morning Mary and Martha they went down to see Go tell My disciples
seven lincoln's With boo-koo sound, you can hear us if ya comin' around It's best ya get the right kind of disk to listen to me I want means and tina marie
