Lyrics:
no tissue, not an issue
Don't cry for me I peep these niggas from deep
By the front row seat even if you don't speak
Silent pardon, I hear you loud
as your coffin off in the ground
Family man, look at your kids orphans now
Used to just smack rappers, I'm extorting 'em now
Taking all that's supporting
I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judging by my steel, I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
Yeaahhhhh Ahhhhh
I was Made by the mess
Play with the drip it got slippery splash
I was Made By the Mess
Check at the combos they stitched up like
I'm no longer a stranger
I'm no longer alone
I wandered so far but your love pulled me home
I'm no longer an orphan
With a heart made of stone
Even
Sat here by this stony brook
Until the grey day turned to dust
When up swam a fish with a children?s book
Thought that I was lost
He was on his
dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask
dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask
going on
Somebody tell me what's going on
I'll tell you what's goin' on-uh
Nelly:
What's going on 'cross seas, every minute a child dies by this disease
going on 'cross seas
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done
forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go
I let a nigga slide he came
Back and almost shot me
Then he was thinking I was scared
Nah nigga not me they don’t understand I was
Raised by
Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
Sick shit, blrrrp
Dedicated
To the culture that Tunechi birthed
To the sons and daughters of Weezy
b****
Uh, man I ain't never need no b****
Tell her take everything, don't leave your s***
Then I sent to her by her mama told her I'll holla
Tryin'
Two little children a boy and a girl
Sat by an old church door
The little girl's feet
Were as brown as the curl
That fell on the dress that she
Two little children a boy and a girl
Sat by an old church door
The little girl's feet
Were as brown as the curl
That fell on the dress that she
a prize
She a pie and everybody gets a slice
Cut, slumped in the 240 SX
And they ain't even know it was us
Surprised by the time they realize you
Was
crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle
And even though the moment passed me by
I still can't turn away
'Cause all the dreams you never thought you'd lose
Got tossed along the way
And even though the moment passed me by
I still can't turn away
'Cause all the dreams you never thought you'd lose
Got tossed along the way
they're mining
Probably an orphan who's Momma died of AIDS
He built a coffin working often but he never paid
Forever slaving in the world that's forever
from?
People ask me how we wearing diamonds
When there's little kids in Sierra Leone
Losing arms for crying while they mining
Probably an orphan who's
just where you came from
Orphan girl, you grew up wild
Your father left you on the way home
Yes, girl, you're a Jupiter's child
Wish I knew the way
of history, with the patronized orphans of film
She seeded the bait and offered the faint hope of chance to innocent men
In love with the trance of her dances
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