me Mark Fuller is a chillin' spot, 'cause I bringin' blunts with me So much death up on the city streets Until we meet my soldiers rest in peace So much death
me Mark Fuller is a chillin' spot cause I bringin' blunts with me Chorus So much death up on the city streets Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace So much death
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get me Mark Fuller is a chillin' spot cause I bringin' blunts with me Chorus So much death up on the city streets Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace So much death
camera, so many beauty queens) Vanity (it's so good to be) Popular and glamourous, we love ourselves and no one else Va-va-va-va-vanity va-vanity, va-va-va-vanity my life so
drinkin' earlier, now I'm drivin' Where the bad bitches, huh? Where ya hidin'? I got the power, make yo' life so excitin' (So excitin') Now this'll be a beautiful death
painful death Now, I got a second chance Oh, her beautiful face and her And her wicked ways And I'm praying for Her beautiful face everyday All that work, over Over so much
out-do, intro to outro I'm the hottest thing spittin', so go warn your clique Them niggas y'all look up to, is on my dick Sauce motherfuckin' born to hit I get so
like the work And it was snow white just like my shirt Counted so much paper, seen so many haters Seen bricks stacked tall as sky scrapers Goddamn dats high Done everything I said so
'cause they're both so mean And it's my favorite scene But the cruelty's so predictable Makes you sad on the stage Though our love project has so much
x) Now the freaks wanna take me home to see If the rumors are true, so I kick open the doors and windows To let the world hear sure There's so much
you got beef, I turn into a tenderloin Sanity kills so I live the crazy life I wonder if you'll pay attention, if I change the price Life is my wife, 'till death
double Famous like a drug that I've taken too much of But I never ever trip, just peace, happiness and love I got money in these jeans, so they fit
the Gangstas rollin' South Central L.A. : my home We was out the feeling that hiphop be We couldn't connect to the New York streets So we took the bandanas