Lyrics:
and dancing for joy
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
Have you met my good friend Maria
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her the minute
can see it through the fog
To walk in my shoes it'll be a little jog
And if you step by the pockets, you gon' be up in the morgue
The peoples is
from the bottom of the ken', got rich
They schemed with a MAC 10
That nigga back but they shot ten
By the time a pop a bean, they rotten
Niggas know
I'll prob'ly die by the fire I breath, yeah, yeah, yeah, I said
'Cause, in my mind this crazy boy is a runaway train
No one's gonna steal my soul
I
my boys baby girl
Can you point me to your sisters?
Where is your sister?
Boys in here want to Ginger
Boys in here want to Ginger
System is Gingered
the world
And that's what separate the geto boys from girls, come on
5th Ward is the spot where niggas get shot
Hoes sell cock and every block is hot
my boys baby girl
Can you point me to your sisters?
Where is your sister?
Boys in here want to Ginger
Boys in here want to Ginger
System is Gingered
up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn they lessons
My first love, even before I
bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Sucka, I hit em' up
Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp
You know how we do it
All my real homeboys in
New York
the world
And that's what separate the geto boys from girls, come on
5th Ward is the spot where niggas get shot
Hoes sell cock and every block is hot
and dust and flushed 'em
If you don't know what my salary is
You 'bout to know what a fatality is
The reality is, if I don't know what my calories is
you wanna hang out with the bleach boys baby
In a land where ministers murder golf pros?
Don't you wanna drink some bleach tonight?
Maybe there'll be
After a few weeks on the bus
Being porked by Toad-O's road crew
And being too exhausted to do their
Laundry on a regular basis
MARY is dumped in
you have the heart to see a nigga
Before you bust? My name is spoken on the
Tongues of so many foes
Bustin' motherfuckers out the box
I ain't even go
flying yeah
Cup in my hand
Fuck you and ya brand
I got this mic for like half a grand
When I drop my album you gon understand
That boy versatile, man be
around, acting like you hate me
Yung Humma
Yeah i'm a Mac Pro with an afro
And you guys blow like the Satchmo
And my cash flow out the asshole
And my last
Apple bottom jeans with your
Lil Gucci backpack
Don't stand there, admire my mac tac
Gift of gab, I never lacked that
In fact, when I whisper in your ears
me
They all look like Freeway
I know what we do is wrong
You can catch me in the
Hood probably somewhere don't belong
I keep with my tre pound
the way you players ball
Claimin that your mail is tall
Tell me is it true or false
I put my mack hand down ain't never been asound
I was havin
lit, I don't want your bitch
Every single diamond VVS
I'ma hold it down by my respect
Ayy, fuck they found this nigga at? yeah
Hit him nine times, if he
or safe.
Words falling down from the ceiling
where the mirror is stealing
the light to reveal us both tonight
and we're both kneeling in the
black pool
[Jay-Z]
Geah.. whassup?
Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz
Real niggaz, worldwide
Let's reflect.. e'rybody got a story
We all ghetto
thought was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my life
War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight
War ready, fast cash above the law
into a little tree sap
I got a woman at home, ain't fell in love where the weeds at
Started off with a dime, but by the time I was thug
She was less
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