I want your jewelry, your motherfuckin car I want your whole safe nigga Yeah take off the motherfuckin Nikes What are they Fila Take the motherfuckers off mark
Franklin Rest in peace Res My nigga Headquarters Head up eyes and ears open Word is bond! Jam Master J, Big L Big Lee, Flamboyant for life Aaliyah, Mad Mark
do you see? Tell yourself a lie Are you as old as you seem? Feel something that you have to Being open, an innocent, wise only when. Age can mellow the
windmills A swift reactor rap, to impact up the track ? I flow like a sailor Rhymes remain hittin hard like Nighttrain With lyrics that came from the brain of Mark
this summer you say I didn't tell you "alright", now this is some knowledge I use myself, I got this jive straight from the shelf and it's known to be successful to a marked
is gone] Let me what the sun don't like, caught somewhere between stop and go like yellow lights. [ah ha] hustla so i got to get it mellow ride me
one, the responsible one, the easy one, the mellow one Well it's our time It's our time! It's our time now! It's our time for the grab You will, mark
smart one, the responsible one, the easy one, the mellow one Well it's our time It's our time! It's our time now! It's our time for the grab You will, mark
what he gotta shout for actin like a trick Now he`s 6 feet and I`m deep in his bitch Creepin creepin creepin on the marks that be sleepin Catch you slippin
hearted from the day I Bogarted the game I so started to rock fellow When I'm not even in my harshest You can still get roasted because Marsh is not mellow
Desert Eagle] I'm down for the get down, down wanna spit rounds He started the beef, now, wanna split town With the mark of the beast, thinkin' you the
hustle is gone) Let me what the sun don't like, caught somewhere between stop and go like yellow lights. (ah ha) hustla so i got to get it mellow ride
what it all became, good and all but look at what, all remains all the, floors and thangs, marks from all the claws and fangs, there were marks from
Marks I erase like racism, I'm as large as a bigot Brew is my escapism, when I'm bubbly I just kick it What I need from you is understanding that I'm
.C., figure If it's some drama they all, ridin with me if ya recognize a situation that you can't win You may feel like a marked mellow but you can live
to murder Ralphie. I curdle with burnt milk, pariah sigh, honor piranha money. Count it with the knuckle that hustle bread out a copper's tummy. One of these rebels could level the marked
like the funky beats, I like the cur Most likely in a blunt as I roll it really steady Then I get mentally ready Ans play a track from the heavies and mellow