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Makaveli in this, Killuminati, all through your bodyThe blow's like a twelve gauge shottyFeel me!And God said he should send his one begotten sonTo lead the wild into the ways of the manFollow me, eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh[Chorus]Come with me, Hail MaryRun quick see, what do we have hereNow, do you want to ride or dieI ain't a killer but don't push meRevenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussyPicture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quotedPeeped the weakness int he rap game and sewed itBow down, pray to God hoping that he's listeningSeeing niggas coming for me, to my diamonds, when they glisteningNow pay attention, rest in peace fatherI'm a ghost in these killing fieldsHail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep insideThe solitary mind of a madman who screams in the darkSongtexteEvil lurks, enemies, see me fleeActivate my hate, let it break, to the flameSet trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aimSome say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shitStuck, niggas is lucky if we bust out this shit, plusMama told me never stop until I bust a nutFuck the world if they can't adjustIt's just as well, Hail Mary[Chorus x2]Penitentiaries is packed with promise makesNever realize the precious time the bitch niggaz is wastingInstitutionalized I lived my life a product made to crumbleBut too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballingCatch me father please, cause I'm falling, in the liquor storeThat's the Hennessy I hear ya calling, can I get some more?Hail til I reach Hell, I ain't scaredMama checking in my bedroom; I ain't thereI got a head with no screws in it, what can I doOne life to live but I got nothing to lose, just me and youOn a one way trip to prison, selling drugsWe all wrapped up in this living, life as ThugsTo my homeboys in Quentin Max, doin they bidRaise hell to this real shit, and feel thisWhen they turn out the lights, I'll be down in the darkThugging eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga[Chorus x2]They got a APB, out on my Thug familySince the Outlawz run these streets, like these scandalous freaksOur enemies die now, walk around half deadHead down, K blasted off Hennessee and ThaiTrying it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and highVisions of me, Thug living getting me byForever live, and I multiply survived by ThugsWhen I die they won't cry unless they coming with slugsPeep the whole scene and whatever's going on around meBrain kinda cloudy, smoked out feeling rowdyReady to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherfuckerNasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckersOn the regular mashing in a black Ac IntegraCock back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in yaFeet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worseFrom a Thug to preaching church, I gave you love now you eating dirtNeeding work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on'Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle til dawnThat's when sun came up, there's only one way upHold ya head and stay up, to all my niggas get ya pay and weight upIf it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaks Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relateTo this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta takeDealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gateIf it's on then it's on, we break beat-breaksOutlawz on a paper chase, can you relateTo this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta takeDealin with fate, hoping God don't close the gate [Chorus]We've been traveling on this wavy roadLong time til I be take off this loadBut we ride, ride it like a bulletHail Mary, Hail MaryWe won't worry everything will come realFree like the bird in the treeWe won't worry everything will come realYes we free like the bird in the treeWe running from the penitentiaryThis is the time for we libertyHail Mary, Hail Mary[Chorus]Westside, Outlawz, Makaveli the Don, Solo, Killuminati, The 7 Days
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"Hail Mary" as written by Tyrone J. Wrice, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Rufus Lee Cooper, Katari T. Cox, Joseph Paquette, Yafeu Fula, Bruce Washington
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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