To Be Together Just Like Paper And Glue, Bebe King And The Blues We Were Meant To Be Together Like Hennesy And Mary Jane, Teddy P. And Marvin Gaye But Its Always Been This
can eat away our fear (fear). Oooh. [Chorus] [Mary J. Blige:] There would be no self hate. We will know how to love everything about ourselves so we can love
my plane Chi town over here We spend some time and get some wine have some miles from? I told her this here's overrated but I love your city baby Gotta
the bottom step of the ladder it keeps getting higher and higher dawn comes soon enough for the working class it keeps getting sooner or later this is
on top of fours And I'm in love with mary jane and codine I don't love these hoes I can remember my first couple I was so in love So when I wake up in
(*talking*) Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all Been waiting on this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers
(*Talking*) Shit, Z-Ro the Crooked, I know y'all Been waiting on this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers
a full choir My every thought is pain, strain and stressing me to death Everyday is like a rehearsal, that's prepping me for death I think I'm ready, because this
kinda quick to click so get gone, or catch one to the dome Mo City Texas that's my home, but I can roam all over So much ghetto love, these cats gone
head befo' Woke up with a dead body, in a bed befo' Don't ask me why, only talk to Z-Ro I'm noid, never trust friends they don't love us They front like
comin out cuz im so talented and gifted,skoopin up nuthin but playas and we're thang in da same, nuthin but flippin and sippin, and runnin a train on mary jane, love
Hafdis Huld & Tricky: Jesus said to Mary, you really can come I'm tired, love, and I'm feeling real numb Gotta see if my father's come I'm under pressure
You just don't know the way you make us feel through your work and through your visions so young, black, and gifted, ohh mary j's love was real notorious
up in this living, life as Thugs To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doing they bid Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this When they turn out the lights