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And I named this song for you
Mary, my Mary
Our spring has returned once again
Green grass is growing
Let's hope it will never end
Softly. . . sing
constant echo
All that I have tried
Sing it to me
I never wanted to do this
It's too much Too honest Too useless
But now so much has changed
And I never
Picture me rollin' in my five hundred benz.
I got no love for these niggas,
There's no need to be friends.
They got me under survailance.
That's what
coughed and so I didn't say anything. Not like I couldn't say, I spent the next 5 minutes wondering if I should say something and then everyone acted
I'm haunted by the man that I used to be
I laid him in the tomb with some Louis V
He answered all my prayers on the rosary
He made me feel so little
black and white
Devoid of any light -until ya
Sat by my side
You turned me to a butterfly
Fixed up my broken wings
Raised my voice and let me sing
You
staring
Visions of the future unfold I'm preparing
Sincere with the merit and care I been sharing
Think I found the key and the code so tunnel visions
How
I done ran through so many
Hoes in my life
That I can't even name them
Can't even name them
Can't even name them
Two heads is better than one
Two
as Compton (uh)
By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens
A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips
Today there's over five million Bloods
The youth is alive again
Ain't no backin out of this
The truth is to loud to miss
I promise I would die for this
I caught em by surprise again
They
you to be gone
I can show you the world when
I drop this magic carpet bomb
It's no surprise, That I'm breaking the ice
Look I'm just here so I don't
a fantastic movie
I know
Right, have you seen anything else by that director
And it's done from the perspective of the patients in the ward
I'm A Cyborg
So
that ticking from the clock
So I'll be here while it's ticking by
I hear plenty familiar voices
And our stories' about the same
Well, the details get
large army keep them by the hundreds, guns on me bout to get the gunning
I’m with trill niggas everybody wanted, know my time is coming so I focus on it
Poppin' them perks, nigga slow down
I can't think so I keep pourin' up this wok
7.62's beatin' up his block, got a ARP with a bow stark
I don't miss,
[Snoop Dogg]
Eastside
Yeah
Fell good we got homeboyz out there that look out for
That's on the real
I mean the real homeboy it's hard to come by
You see me hangin' with them niggas like jock
And every single five mile, bitches gettin' popped
Well now I got a rep and they say I'm wrong
I beat
by the pack might throw a pair or two
HD body so I sit back and stare at you
Movin' now, movin' now, lil mama movin' now
Bring the ladies to the front
I done ran off on the plug took his grams though (so what?)
You can't get a hunnid bands though
Nigga I just left outta the gun store blammed up (so
a beet
You know I kill purr
Pussy when I speak
I sing just like H.E.R
High intensity
So don't get HIIT
Ripped to pieces
Rest in peace when
Recipes
Get
on the scene so fresh and so clean
Doing my thing I needed a team
Linked up with Helene created a dream
We up in a sky make me wanna sing
I need a queen fit for
No Boys
Written by Amy Lee Owens
Couture from my head to toe,
I feel so damn delectable,
Gonna go get my girls on the phone,
Cause tonight’s ladies
in mind
Break it up!
That is the destruction of the so-called radical man
By 2045
Let's get radical
Watch me now
School's in the yard,
to the Feds, they ain't post that riiiggght?
I'm Eazy'E with the flame thrower
Disowned by my Mom's, a Cocaine grower
I'm on the box of Arm & Hammer though
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