parade begin A piece of pie A piece of cake For every sister Let the eyes of mary Carry you away now Let the eyes of mary Carry you away now A baby
Traduction: Craquelin. Les yeux de Marie.
cry my niggas it's been one hell of a ride my niggas in the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas I did joints with Mary J. Blige my niggas I've
keep on writing and lighting Minds of these hungry rappers And tell the hood that I've hired niggers and fired crackers On the Fourth of July, opens your eyes
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
crack nigga I got nuttin for ya, Talk to my lawyer, shit, nowadays its hard to kill, be careful where you pull that trigger, they got you on film, they got eyes
lost symbols, speak in cryptic codes Ancient wisdom, valuable like gifts of gold I embark on life, my path is all math I understand the codes these hackers can't crack
and I suck my swill And I love how I'm living cause I've got my fill But I can't stop thinking how it's all gone wrong And the cracks will be obvious
blot when it rains and pours (Umbrella) I hate this, screaming fuck patience Got a nigga shaking like the calmest fucking Haitians After chronic masturbation, asking where Mary
the lost symbols speak in cryptic codes Ancient wisdom valuable like gifts of gold I embark on life, my path is all math I understand the codes these hackers can't crack
's kinda hard to view paradise But if you just try close your eyes, you can view it But reality hits you soon as you open your eyes You find that you
green People always say, "What the hell does that mean?" Okay yo, I got Bricks in the building Young kids out here, flip ya like Wilson Pilgrim, there it is The block is Tina Marie
I should die Don't cry my niggas it's been one hell of a ride my niggas In the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas I did joints with Mary J Blige
Gets around it while niggas quit (Woah!) This bitch look better than Whitney, lick her titties 'Cause niggas say the pussy be the sticky One puff'll turn your brain cells to dust Head rush, bound to fill your eyes
[Rick Ross] Tupac back, Tupac back There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin' Buying brand new rims
grapes as for real'a This for my gangstas, forty-five stainless Throw yo set up, let me see your sound language Sell a crack rock, steal a laptop Jack
m a keep on writtin' enlighten minds of these hungry rappers And tell the hood that I've hire niggaz and fire crackers On the 4th of July, open your eyes