Lyrics:
moves to make, transactions to handshakes
Drugs for papes, now I'm sellin' CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate
A snake is still
listened to D2
Could you tell me?
Dedication 3 was the first mixtape you heard when we had a black president
D4 and 5, we got back to business
Y'all done
so true
And she takes control
She's wild and free, yeah, she wears black
She makes my knees shake
She will put me in my place
Grabs me by my lonely
Drugs for papes, now I'm sellin' CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate
A snake is still a snake no matter the size or shape
Those
Dear Mama
If some people came by the house lookin' for me
I'm innocent of anything they say I done
Now I don't know when I'll be able to write
with some million dollar dreams
My old bitch miss the old me (huh)
Had to get it on my lonely (gang)
Keep shit so low key
Baby let me in and i go so
Come on baby I'll set you free
No more pain I'll give you the key
Come on lets go for a ride
Hold my hand and lay by my side
I know you wanna see it
say
Stand-ins come extra on Black Friday
On hell's highway
Mary weeping, missed the supermarket sweeping
Lonely Martha moaning
Sun ain't come home in
Professor X:
"Freedom or death, we shall all be moved. Vanglorious! This is
protected by the red, the black, and the green, with a key
Mr Magpie, I see you by the river
Mr Magpie, what news do you deliver?
Is it sorrow, a boy or a girl?
Mr Magpie
Mr Magpie, I see you by the water
sunshine again
Fxck all those bxtch
Trying to steal you from me
Stay low key
Finally not lonely
That's you and me
Yeah up on a tree
Kiss 好き kiss
Aye that's
Gave head, then begged the boy to crip walk
I write the James Joyce, don't need the Rolls Royce
I need the straitjacket, finna go batshit
Sick
go run up on, kids for leathers
What drug? Faculties bubble keys for G's
Cream flow like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold your head
on your tape or CD
The girl-boy killa, no team illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin' like a candle
What you can do
trying to wake you up
At your wake motherfucker
Black mass, black gloves, duct tape, AK
We always do it big around here baby ba-by!
That's dem Miami boyz
feeling lonely
My mind is playing tricks on me
This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for
at the dock of the bay
Wating for the snow to roll in, split end
It's Kokane a k
A the black hopper
Surrounded by the black teamsters
With triple beamers
Cause
to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
Nona Gaye:
Oh my father, father
Backstreet Boys:
We don't need to escalate
You see war is not the answer
albino
You fucked little kids pedo Michael
40 years old, 10 years old
Disowned by his own family for
Touching 3 year old
Boys robbed McCartney of his
they doing their thing
Cmon Cameron, oh boy, Dipset, oh boy
How can you be from a city so black
And bust shitty lyrics thats whick, whick,whack
my peace on shores of grey stones and black seas
Bonfire scars and red keys
Her sweaty skin and red lips
I found my peace on shores of grey stones
really hard to choose
Between a pair of black and a pair of brown shoes
When I'm high on batwings
Up by the silvery moon
I think of a certain sad
watch got TV's in, CD in play
Wanna find D-O, I'm knee-deep in MJ
(Boy), I'm (Bad)
And You've Got Mail
And I need brain - she said (Yes) like he 112
song, play you a sad song
Sing 'em the whole night long
Just for a dollar or what you can offer
To somebody's ramblin' boy
© 1973 Black Leather Music,
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