it! Be a crew slut It's a way of life I ain't gonna squash it And you don't need to wash it! Crew slut Hey, I'll buy you a pizza Crew slut Of course
You make me, yeah Well I'm not preaching or making a case I'm not trying to make the world a better place Well I ain't evil, but I ain't good I did what
you smile I haven't seen that for a while Talk about trouble, we've had our share It's a wonder we're still here I don't know why I make you cry It'
used to warn you about Mary, your are in trouble (I am in real Big Trouble) You're in real big trouble ( Lord Knows I am In trouble) If this is the kind
I ain't playing where I live I got to stay praying And every time I come around Y'all can hear me saying Mary had a little lamb case you didn't know
side as a homocide's commited I gets rid of niggaz quick cause ain't no bullshit permitted I'm a outlaw, the motherfuckin villain doin killings, I won't
don?t look for trouble, trouble finds me, I be chilling with the grillin right beside me, wisely he put his f-cking eyes back in place, i don?t need a
ll stay From the state I watch 'em close their eyes Like a little kid trying to hide Like they're somewhere ain't supposed to be Watching something they ain't
your mom used to warn you about, Mary, you're in trouble. I'm in real big trouble; you're in real big trouble. Lord knows I'm in trouble, And this
you're lookin' to start some trouble Man, you don't know what you're takin' on Me and Billy all the guys Fat Marie with the friendly eyes She ain't
brain For sexual stimulation I never did no Ecstasy I don't pop pills, I never did no LSD But I wouldn't mind a kiss from Ms. Mary 'Cause she's homegrown
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
money Hustler now, there with my crew, ain't nothin like thug money First of the month, fiends' checks is due, gotta get thug money Hustler now, there with my crew, ain't
countin' money in the jungle Hey yo! The Streets Are Like A jungle Guns go off in the jungle [Wyclef - Verse One] I tip my derby like Zorro Ain't no
(Larry Morey/Frank Churchill) Oh Mary, Cindy... Listen, isn't that Diane? Hey Mary, Cindy... It is Diane. Where are you, where are you? Over here. Where
tablets, back on the block nobody's havin it Those who haven't learnt get returned You freaky ass niggaz get burned Some walk around like they ain't
body gettin cold (He didn't care, he didn't worry, he didn't wonder) Wyclef and Mary J. Blige I'm feelin you girl I understand [Mary J. Blige:]
(feat. Pusha T, Big Sean, Cyhi Da Prynce, J. Cole) [Pusha T:] Re-Up Gang Pusha (Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble) But you found it muthafucker Yes