but less than 50 words were spoken. The last four were "We have no son." Some wounds never heal and mine had scarred me for life. A great star fell
our place Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky And ask myself was I meant to be here... why? Yeah, yo [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] All that
Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky And ask myself was I meant to be here... why? Yeah, yo [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] All that I got is
benz But it's right there [hook] Ooooh na na na na na na Nobody's Home Nobody's Home [x4] My four five-oh hit the front door Got me chillin like a star
out the bong Cali bomb nigga one, riding two deep with three or four guns Exotic trees that's all with me, the way we smoke we need three or four lungs
entrepreneur et comme c'est mort, on passe nos nerfs sur fond sonore. Et tout a notre honneur, les gens kiffent nos ceaux-mor pourtant on est pas star
the wood In the closed forest Christ appeared to me In several forms One two three four Swastika I'm told On the Cliffs of Moher I walk with Mary
try it again? [verse two] I'm lovin' every breath like a cold sip of soda While I'm bankin' down these back streets, thanks for lookin' over Damn sure nice to know ya, fuck a four
'engraine a faire des choses malsaines Laisse tomber Helene t'sais jette la dans la Seine Tout comme Caroline qui tapine sur le terrain de Marie Jane
start gunnin' right in front Jesus, Mary & Joseph (Oh My God!) If that's what it is, nigga I'ma live You not playin' me like the neighbourhood bitch (Ayo Mary
the trigger till you fast asleep. Like a baby aint no mabey, coulda woulda shoulda shot back, you too hasty. Im so impulsive. I start gunnin right in front of jesus mary
My diamond kut rings Found four karats beneath the sea Will bring yall back to the Valley of the Kings As archeologists search for this sixteen pillar
in Chris Righty, alrighty Or maybe a swisher, I begin to kiss her Keep all the arms and limbs in a large bin My niggas keep mary jane like a fucking Tarzan
"The first words I spoke in the original phonograph, Mary had a little lamb. It s fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was
of me but less than 50 words were spoken. The last four were "We have no son". Some wounds never heal and mine had scarred me for life. A great star
scary All the competitions in the cemetery buried Jesus piece, rosary, black white canary jerry Pardon me, it's the God in me, marry Mary But all them long stairs/stares