Lyrics:
pawn
You will lose your knight before dawn
Your king and queen are protected strong
We'll make sure your moves are never wrong
What are you still
Say he's smokin' Rick, We get down on him, run down in the street
We don't do no drive-by, slide-by We just run down, take your heat
Say you wanna
dependant so stay tuned for the latest news of "where do all the millions go").
Much be your power
By the essence of a flower
By seducement and cold
I'm being followed home,
I'm being followed home,
I don't know what for,
I don't know by whom.
The smell of your dress,
A face in the rain,
need to pick the lock
I'm cultivating cinderblocks
To make a barrier between discrepancies up in the components of your nature
Provided by the haters
But
All Durham And Northumberland
Is Measured Up By My Own Hand
It Was My Fate From Birth
To Make My Mark Upon The Earth...
He Calls Me Charlie Mason
falling apart
Torn at the seams your lost to me in this life
It all seems a little bit clearer how
You tried to make your mark but
Im feeling a little bit
things get better for you
'Cause I'ma make things get better for me
And keep it Doggystyle, hottest thing out the LB
The L-L-G wit D-P-G by the sea
We
me no choice when I mark your body when it's bloody
They still have death in harmony
No one will rely
People can't comply
Can't see with no eyes
Dark
Don't ever let no man try to tell you what your place is (no)
Ain't gotta change a thing about you, swear, that don't make sense
The baddest, you
done dirt by a bitch I called my lover
Only god knows yo true intentions, she breathing another reason not to trust her
Never a mark, goofy, or a buster
the stars
Life is short but my soul gon' last forever
So wipe you tears ain't gotta
Cry it's gon' get better
I'll make room when it's your
Time up here in
murder
A bit past 1:30 a.m. now
And the 3rd prisoner slowly makes his way
To the designated spot on prison grounds
Where he will be executed by way
Watch
Watch
Y'all niggas overdoin' it
You gotta slow that shit down
Take your time, reevaluate your shit, it don't matter (watch)
Niggas ain't
When it hit's you know it sticks
And then your soul has hit it's mark
Ascending from this plane to
Walk along the sky
But you need the supernatural
For
think I'm lame for this
Then nigga you a mark
I knock the pussy out the park
Like Jackie Robinson
Or I make you tap out
Like Bret hart
So what you say
their climate controlled, original boxes
And their tea party is not gonna be ruined by an untextured roof
Check it
Roll up in my pink whip with Barbie
and pain
Are like bullet marks
My card, my plan, my life
I am from where your hard
Work pushes you forward
If you're lucky, you could hear it
Here where
It's the street justice
If you live by the gun you die by the gun
It's the street justice
No matter what is going on you gotta make it on your own
It's the street justice
If you live by the gun you die by the gun
It's the street justice
No matter what is going on you gotta make it on your own
A stranger to yourself, ha! ya pissed me off again
I won't be driven by your needs anymore
What you'd become to do or be is clear to see for me
It's
witneesed a driveby?
Okay, make sure you have your camcorder ready
To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police,
So you and your
broad, it just can't be
Your bitch suck me and fuck me
Than she thank me i know the whole story
You ain't servin' it right
I'll probably stop by and put
the start, ohh
How am I gonna make my mark? oh-oh
Are you gonna play me, though?
This song was never meant for the radio
I get in, forget a radio spin
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