Lyrics:
Thru the scent of patchouli and tea, Mary, calls my name
I have been, out here, seven days, waiting, for release
Three days, until she sleeps
Three
was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you
alright.
Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night.
When I was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp
was from a bat.
Hail Mary Mallon: Hey, what's up dude, want a Sun Chip?!
Deepthroat: Fuck you, Hail Mary Mallon! FUCK YOU!
Hail Mary Mallon:
fear
I snatched your heart
Put it way up on the chart
At ten you're fucked
At nine you suck
At eight you're a sucker
At seven-a mothafucka
At six
to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary
up the album 9 3 7 queued Up!
By Quranic The MC
9 3 7 queued up bitch!
Good evening, and welcome to eazy's playhouse
You stupid muthafucka
Now that you got the album
What the fuck are you gonna do with it
Bitch
Three-to-six facin', new indictment
Plus violation of probation, I had to do the boogie oogie
Absent from court like class, I had to play hookey
The pressure
here
[Master P]
Holla bloody mary lookin' eyes of the demon
when you see a thug like a G screamin'
I smoke green with the reaper
I'm from the ghetto
of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.
3. Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with
of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.
3. Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with
game
Steady mobbin', d o double g, ain't no limit to that shit
Nigga carlos on the beat beats by the pound
'bout 3:34 in the morning don't even
of albums sold, hundreds of magazine covers,
3 years in a row making you all "Scream", 7 seasons of television,
and the number 1 movie that made the whole
pull up by Frank shop
Chapter thirty seven, three hundred fifty-seven
One hundred fifty-seven, hit you with seven
Crack up your rib, lift up your melon
wave like they stoppin' a taxi
On a six, in a Lamb', but I'm not that bitch Mary (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Four-one
They counted me out, I came
words nigga duffel bags I just know it so well
I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
I smoke the stardawg, strawberry haze and killer gorilla glue, Mary janes my aeroplane I swear I’m not the same as you, I got the cali kush and lemon
seven, eight
Did you shout at the passers by?
Name five albums, make them cry
Did you argue about God?
Spew some rubbish, they'll just nod
Go out again
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
dertlo Cosplay
Prod by neo kolshi dneo
Kolshi bou7di I'm not afraid
Rwapa ghlado ki tobat
Drari kitna9lo flowat
Kibghiw i9sa7o f lyrics
3ayshin 7
SWcLLOW MY KIDS DONT NEED THEM SPcWNED IF BY CHcNCE SOMEONE GOES WRONG ILL PULL MY PcNTS DOWN cND SHIT ON THERE LcWN ME MYSELF IRENE MIND McKES ME WcNNc DO
staring
Homie, I ain't finna get mad, tote a weapon rarely, I'm intrepid barely
One man with a true heart who's got emotions
Two legendary rap albums out
Inorganic beings y’all bouta be frightened
So this is my last album in the 3rd dimension
Cause I’ll be taken away by the ascension
Hey maybe I’ll still make
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