many sorries went around And he became a familiar sound Got so tired of the melody Melodies were meant to be free You got me pickin' up all my pieces
far too groovy The man's body was left to rot on the gallows And a great multitude of black birds came And picked the man's corpse apart Piece by piece
one question for me, baby Do you love me? I love you Very, very, very, very much Baby Can I come pick you up and take you shoppin? Spend all my money
First verse: I woke up quick, at around two Jumped in my benz, picked up dj screw Boys out there, makin' them tapes Separate the real niggas from the
money order Hol' it down in your cage see you back at headquarters Everything is fine, LA blow spots like land mines Do the knowledge as I pick seven
my, strictly 4 my niggaz Strictly 4 my, strictly 4 my, strictly 4 my niggaz Strictly 4 my niggaz makin' G's Listen, this is for the critics if you live up Pick up
the windows and painted the floors Raised up the roof 'till it touched the sky Grew a little garden outside in the rust and sand Picked up the pieces
question to the counsel. [Annie Baxter] Tell the counsel I want my money back! [Billy Flynn] It's not your money. It's your mother's money. [Mary Sunshine
the tri-state area Act up, my MFC niggas'll have to bury ya Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga Holding the big toast, make yo chest piece
County Pissed off, mad as fuck Picked up my mobile phone to try to get a fuckin' nut She said I'll be over in a minute I said hurry up bitch I gotta go up
mother would say Somebody stole my piece of chicken But I'll tell you what my mother would say Somebody stole my piece of chicken Round, round, one, three (Up, up
me like Ray Charles Kill em all, stick an ice pick in your shit and have ya HAAA! Stabbin up shit like OJ, shoot em up with the motherfuckin AK It's
Somebody stole my piece of chicken!" ... But I'll tell you, what my mother would say.. "Somebody stole my piece of chicken!" [Pharoahe Monch] Round (up) round (up
Be true to you for me that there's no one bigger cause they can all suck dick Cause strictly 4 my niggaz (Chorus) This is for the critics if you live up pick up
You should to trust us Because where we from You gotta be capable of murder [PRODEJE] Dippin' 1-0 way in my E-X-P On my way to pick up Havoc cause he
state area Act up, my MFC niggas'll have to bury ya Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga Holding the big toast, make yo chest piece shake
one question for me, baby Do you love me? I love you Very, very, very, very much Baby Can I come pick you up and take you shoppin? Spend all my money...