Written by Terri Clark and Gary Burr. He says it's none of my damn business How much he drinks And he doesn't have a problem No matter what the whole
fuck niggaz, got four babies Yvette jabbed her, slapped her wig off, ran in the crib She did the dumb shit, my nigga then clapped her Lester, smoked Chester sister
, his buddy Archer, first to go, he got it She spelt it out, how could they know? The 'Fatman' got it, he dead Her sister didn't really live at all Confusion
this ocean of people on the shore Tell me all the answers What are you looking for? Tell me my dear brother, why do you feel unkind? Tell me little sister
seen him, one day, I tried to get inside his head There's two fit ill, glock cops, with passion Black shoes fit, like they was made, from ashes Another brother, a sister
're getting closer to ya blessing (Check yo' self) (Snap, snap, snap) Snap out of it (Snap, snap, snap) Snap out of it Sounds like the Clark sisters
done" He chased me two blocks with a gun But my dear boss let me apologize In hind site, there wasn't a gun (I love my boss) He's going out now with my sister
'Cause this 40 Side where they say shorty rhyme Tragedy he used to come through all the time I'm talkin' Juice Crew, not what the word define He had a sister
Non tu n'es pas le der des der Ni the last but not the least Pour la place du retardataire, Il te manque 2-3 tours de piste Pas non plus celui qui depasse
(Roma Ryan) The winter sky above us Was shining In moonlight, And everywhere around us The silence Of midnight. And we had gathered snowflakes; Remember
The old gunfighter on the porch stared into the sun and relived the days of living by the gun when deadly games of pride were played and living was
[words & music: D. Snider] Yeah right We got you where we want you and we're never lettin' go Yeah right, yeah right We've trapped you in our web now
(Mary Chapin Carpenter/Kim Richey) Last thing I wanted was Someone who wants me so much I don't like nobody leaning on me Last thing I needed was
all their favorite songs, Hood niggas sayin that I'm whiter than that colgate, Hatin on my progress, I'm a long ways from Bro Rape, Black Clark Kent,
doing a duet with me, Puffy got my number so get back with me alright? Peace Jamie Brown: Mary, Mary quite contrary, this is Jamie Brown from sister to sister