skirt With the box of Morton and some maxi pads in they purse Pillow talking and biting pillows, acting like some brassies Cause they're a whole bunch of that sucka shit a bunch
Wake up so pretty [Talking:] Um listen y'all... if y'all don't believe me... what I'm talkin about lemme hear you say oh oh oh I see we have a whole bunch
hot to feel it on your back, All alone with everyone, Do you still remember fun? Tonight the darkness of the 'loin, You'll need more than a bunch of coins
say you rest in the arms of the Savior if in sinful ways you lack Some say that they're comin' back in a garden Bunch of carrots and little sweet peas
up, repping the Savior, baby, we stand up Man up for the risen who picked us up and scanned us Purchased some worthless dudes, and now He hands us A bunch
and they all called me phony And said I was kickin' a bunch of that baloney But they soon found out, and now they all believe' Cause every Tuesday after
Pac' and I ain't stopin' till i'm well paid bails paid now nigga, look what hell made visions of cops and sirens niggas open fire buncha Thug Life
style When this whole beat drop we just gon' run it to em bet It's all good, uhh I never had much, ran with a bad bunch Little skinny kid sneakin weed
they rough me up I ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as fuck Got a record so they put me with the baddest bunch Everybody wanna talk cause I'm
live on the bill in the banks I come in and do my thang Where the muthafucka that think im playin? Chorus (2x) Mr. Marcello: Life in the bricks, believe
whole world If you just listen to my words Y'all can feel my pain A lot of years wasted, buku friends died a lot of wet faces The other half caught a bunch
was plottin' to do the worst, its gettin' worse It's kill a million And I do this all in holdin'for my children they finna feel me But believe me fool
Do you think that all blacks are niggers? Ignorance is an attitude You wallow in your racist stupor Have you really stopped to think? Do you believe
powers And send this fucking hobbit back to the two towers ..............No I'm not stopping yet Bars of Death ain't done it ain't dropping yet I got jokes about your face believe
up sleeves. Tight blue jeans you wouldn't believe. I've got a dozen chumps to my right. And it's beginning to ruin my night. The to my left a bunch
he she him nor her There's no honor among thieves Everybody got tricks up they sleeves You say you my friend but that's a bunch of noise I stopped kickin
nigga I got enough money to free all the stars He ain't lyin If you sellin we ain't buyin If you got it on ya block You best believe we supplyin' From
