Lyrics:
By some little word of anger
That never should have been said
I'd like to tell you a story
Of a family I once knew.
We'll call them Mary
By some little word of anger
That never should have been said
I'd like to tell you a story
Of a family I once knew.
We'll call them Mary
no 8s allowed
No 8s allowed. No 8s allowed
Mary was a good girl, she made good grades.
Her parents went to Purdue back in the day
Strangers would say,
Mossad
Hail Queen Mary, Mother of Christ
Why every girl unmarried and every whore have a price
A generation of bastards will grow up weak
A generation
Yeah
G-unit
I've been so many places
I've seen so many faces
Girl you look like someone that I've done fucked before
I've been around
yo, hey yo (You're my kind of girl)
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo (Hey yo)
'Cause that's my peeps and we rolls deep
Flyin' first class from New
Kansas City got a king in the Lou I'm distinguished
Linguist even at 6 feet I'll leave you beaten
Beat feet when you feel the heat that I'm bringing
Can't
If I die at 29
Please tell my mother not to cry
And blame herself I know she'll try
To turn the pages back
And send my love to Mary Lou
The girl who
I'm giving out W-2s, y'all don't mind y'all business
Roll one now all the bullshit I felt today
Getting removed by the sweet love of Mary Jane
Don't get
And so these rhymes spill out my mind
Come here join me on the floor
Come closer girl let's bump and grind
You and Mary all the time
The kind of threesome
Samantha and the girls
Aye
She went to paradise there where everything is legal
And she bought herself a shop she called it Mary Jane's
Then she went
girl
One of a kind
But you mush up my mind
You walk to get declined
Oh Lord...
My baby is driving me crazy
Chorus:
You're way too beautiful girl
That's
come Mary Alice, and Linda
Po' Grandma stayed bare foot, pregnant, and always baring
Don't worry be happy, whatever we got we was glad that we had it
Yeah uh
I just want to talk to you for a minute man
See I want you to know what God has done in my life
And I want you to know that he can do
Let me tell you how I feel
Let me tell you how I feel
Lord knows I love you still
Let me tell you how I feel
Baby girl I love you still
Girl you
the only one who ever believed in my soar
She's kind, she's beautiful, she's more
Now respect is the score
Bust in the door, waive that 44
There can only be
the food, them no fit chop o
Lord of mercy open my way
That's why you gats to low key
Omo olope you gats to low key
Shout out to all my OGs wey dy ginger
worth it
And I'm really feeling
Feeling kind of bad y'all
I'm catching hell living here alone
I never realized, oh Lord, that you mean so much to me
to believe
Lord
Don't know what to believe
Oh lord I don sin again
I no know Watin I sin again
Play my tape you fi watch
That scene again
No film trick
Too
Gotta feast
Pray to the lord that today i get cheese
And I pray that the plug pulling up with the tree's
Gas gas gas you know how it be
Never stop
To take his pride and run his life
Whatever it is you want, girl
Lord, I hope you find
But that hat don't fit my head
It's the chokin' kind
When you
This here is a record I wrote about friendship
The kind that X and Jon Little was talking about when they wrote
Friends,
how many of us have them?
looking at the ship
Trying not to panic
Knowing this the Titanic
Homie died for that white girl
And I’m not that dramatic
Sitting at the light praying I
(you're my kind of girl, no diggity)
Hey oh, hey oh, hey oh, hey oh (hey yay oh)
'Cause that's my peeps and we row g
Flyin' first class from New York
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