Lyrics:
and Mary
Girl you don't know
What you do to me
(Lord have mercy)
Ain't no doubt about it
When she walk by
Tongues hang out
Eyes pop out the socket
up, shut up, cool
I've been robbin' niggas since I was back in school
Now surprised, nigga, guess what, I'm robbin' you
Legs shot, grab the bag, bust
game returns)
Thank God, he blew breath in my lungs
Urban wars, I was destined to come
(Dream Team, baby)
What you expect? I don't give a fuck now
(Fall
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
rhyme
Other MC's wait in line
How old am I? 21
I got 21 seconds den my vocals done
2 multiplied by 10 plus 1
Romeo done
I got 21 seconds to pass
far too short to be granted to the modern god David Bowie by this universe
There are two men in my apartment right now cutting up walls with power
one big high
And when you smoke it makes you sober
Or what if up above the big guy
Has a plan for when it’s over
If you ran out of luck
Would you Cure
ha hah!
When you a dawg, you a dawg for life!
You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though
You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon!
[method man]
on four strings
It's really not hard
To be a bard
On four strings
What's hard
Is being heard as a bard
Who has something nice to sing
But just can't sing
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
32 is dead
Let's keep it going on
Let's see what happened next
Next day all three of us went driving by our new address
That brand new whipple home
rhyme
Other MC's wait in line
How old am I? 21
I got 21 seconds den my vocals done
2 multiplied by 10 plus 1
Romeo done
I got 21 seconds to pass
hallelujah
Really think God done sent me here to pray for all they funerals
Seen a lot of them niggas go get touched, they had the cooties
He trappin' all
by your grace, by your grace, That I live
Mo, mo, mo, mo, adea w’aye ama me ee
(Well done, well done for what you have done for me)
niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town nigga
When you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child
M.A. dollar
or do what I do
No man, it's our time now
God has sent me to make you all feel the wrath that cometh
I'm here to heat up and bring the street up, I'm
and Mary
Girl you don't know
What you do to me
(Lord have mercy)
Ain't no doubt about it
When she walk by
Tongues hang out
Eyes pop out the socket
not on a list
That's what I'm sayin', I drop science like a scientist
My melody's in a code, the very next episode
Has the mic often distortin',
not on a list
That's what I'm sayin', I drop science like a scientist
My melody's in a code, the very next episode
Has the mic often distortin',
Like cloudshagging and 'symbolism' that ruins credibility
What does our guy say when someone tells him his methods are all wrong? (Who has the balls?!)
themselves
Look what we have done
Oh look what we have done
And when the Gods spoke among themselves
They decided to declare the planet earth as a mistake
saved by grace
How could I boast on anything
I've ever seen or done?
How could I dare to claim as mine
The victories God has won?
Where would I
And our guide to the right path from here
His name is Mighty God
Because not only can He counsel and show you what to do
He has the power to see these
Written by ricky & marty wilde
Lost in the night, out on the streets
And blown into the wind
She was just heading for trouble
When they got her
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