Lyrics:
Mary Mary’s little lamb is
One of three absorbed
My friend, you are the pecking order’s whore
Kshhht! Roger dodger
Camp of the squalid contra
The single
The streets getting scary
Pop up on you bloody Mary
Collect the money then I bury
Bringing weight that you can't carry
I done seen niggas bled
It's a dangerous animal. Quick, throw it in the trough.
Wise Man 3: No it isn't.
Mandy: Yes it is.
Wise Man 3: No, no, it is an ointment.
on the border of possible with a knapsack holding the seven wonders
I can't find my way
Head floating in space
Heart beneath the waves
Caught between the grey
I
Ohhhhhhh Ohhh myyyy LORD
I pray my sins go away
Da b3n na m3y3 yeii
Da B3n na m3y3 yeii
Me nyame boa me ooo
Yeah Burn
Ohhhhhhh Ohhh myyyy
Ya Ya
1,2,2,3,3,3
1,2,3,4
Baby drop it low now
5,6,7,8
Go get on the pole now
9,10,11,12
Go put on a show now
It's a showdown
Baby throw it round
your heart and soul
I tamed her across the line
Don't let her pass you by
You think you loose it all
But you got to keep this battle
in your heart
especially prophecy.
THE WORKING OF MIRcCLES EXPLcINED...
c miracle can be defined as a supernatural intervention by God in the ordinary course of nature.
That 7.62 music
3, 4, 5 Gen, I mean Gen 5, make sure yo' kids go clueless
I'm allowin' it, that's why they livin', these niggas get slaps
seven members,
That's it. That's all you got.
Eight! Eight!
Lick a shot-shot. Boom 5 4 3 2 1 wanna make you jump up,
It's like a clean cut
Slicing
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
We cry for peace (uh-huh) but we live for war
(You know I got that chopper in the Chevy,
was Virtua
I'm a round-the-clock lyricist, I sleep in my work boots
It's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate
It's a thin line between the trigger
a round-the-clock lyricist, I sleep in my work boots
It's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate
It's a thin line between the trigger and the finger of a thirty-eight
Dust
away
Before the day is dawning
If things go right this day and night
I'll see her in the morning
Where the sea birds soar by the rocky shore
you do)
Seven A.M. woke in the mornin' wit henn and caffeine and green and nicotine
No dough so pop a couple of dough, Lil' Rippsta, nigga mista
n
Young boy burden on my head
Fa wo manna no bi mane y3n
I can't be alone by myself in this world
Risky I'm not taking that
The pain the agony on my chest
used to be $3. COVID. Hey, I was thinking of doing a Hood fan in my kitchen. There's no hood fans left. Covid. I come home with Valentine's. My wife's
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
the credits rollin'
Starring Nas, executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives of lost tribes
In the ghetto,
the credits rollin'
Starring Nas, executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives of lost tribes
In the ghetto,
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
A deal gone bad in Dallas
Left her burned and broke
And on the run
To make the rent and groceries
She takes this job at
$3.15 an hour
Serving shots
I need to know
So tell me
Hey Mary
How did we survive?
All those years of being alone
Hey Mary
How did we get by?
Seven mouths to feed in this place
1.5 inches before they do that
They have to fall half that distance like 3 4 7 inch and
You could do this forever
It's forever math
Because
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