'9"] Slaughter gon' be runnin you over over a century You ain't one of The L.O.X., you don't flow nowhere near me You ain't Tip, Ali Shaheed, Phife Nigga
the jam in my '62 Impala And if you shoot you better kill Cause if you don't and you won't But then I will You won't rest in peace you'll rest in pain
ain't looking for trouble But I ain't runnin from no nigga I meet aside for my nigga Reincarnating get revenge and granting wishes Leave the bitch wit' his jealous friends Ain
one (bizzy bizzy) Mercy Mary, there she, very weary, really wish u would tell me all of my plan n momma she loves me, Mercy Mary, Mercy Mary, Mercy Mary
be difficult. No one promised that it would be... (No one promised it would be sunshine all the time) Sunshine all the time, easy. Some pain is guaranteed. But it ain't
game ain't only the score Hold on to your life as I carry these styles To have you tapping your head like Darius Miles You ain't supposed to rhyme,
have I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact, I don't rap Grand Puba, and the name ring bells I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact, I don't rap Grand Puba, and the name
Life ain't fun until you get you one don't know what it is about 'em But you can't dismiss or mark 'em off your list cause you can't exist without 'em
and the nigga blasted me This nigga Moose got loose from the caboose Ain't thinkin' about a truce, try to knock my dick loose My deuce-deuce ain't fuckin
If bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks, Then niggas ain't shit but hoes with dicks (REPEAT 2X) Murderous verses, Motherfuckers won't even make it
the places we've stayed I left from the dockland two years ago now Made my way over on the S. S. Marie And I've always had trouble wherever I've settled
move it or he's gonna get killed He's gonna have to get it or a shotgun will It ain't no time for lengthy speeches There ain't no time for lengthy speeches
move it or he's gonna get killed He's gonna have to get it or a shotgun will It ain't no time for lengthy speeches It ain't no time for lengthy speeches
your way Ain't nothin' gonna break you down, Mary I'm on your side Nobody can touch you now, Mary Though troubles won't pass you by Ain't nothin' gonna
I ain't lookin' for trouble, I ain't looking for a fight Honey rockaway these days, rockaway these nights Well at a picnic one sunday billy met mary dove Mary
ain't be home until midnight. Freddie? Fred? Hey, you know, I don't like you to feel like I'm nagging or anything. But don't you think it's about time
Cary Grant and some Homeboys lookin' for trouble down here from the Bronx But there ain't no Hairy and no Virgin Mary you won't hear those voices again
it or he's gonna get killed He's gonna have to get it or a shotgun will It ain't no time for lengthy speeches Lord, there ain't no time for lengthy speeches