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Artist/Band: South Park Mexican
Lyrics for Song: Meet Your Fate
Lyrics for Album: The Purity Album [2000]



[Verse 1 Pimpstress]



My click picks your pockets,

splits tha profits,

choose the targets,

and take out the garbage,

Fill tha cartridge,

more lead than Zepplin,

tryin not to step in the blood I left em' in.

Wrestlin with withdrawls got me sippin purple medicine,

Dead rpesidents movin up like Jeffersons.

Lets begin, it began, so begun

The story of one who went from girl to woman.

From crums to slums, to laced in diamonds.

Son by guns that sound like drums.

Its no ones fault his life came to a hault,

should I open up the vault like I

opened up my sliss more.

But instead h chose to be another skeleton,

I popped his head and his brain

looked like gelatin.

A defenition of a cursed individual,

original, you caint see the invisible.



[Hook]



1-2 Better call yo crews

3-4 Need to lock yo doors

5-6 Better loaad yo clips

7-8 Time to meet yo fate



[Verse 2 Pimpstress]



Some of yall niggas aint wit this,

Well then get tha fuck on bout yo business.

Cuz my kind dont take kinds who doze,

who act like hoes while I sip Irish Rose,

And smoke some of the worst weed youd ever tasted,

Fuck it blaze it lets all get wasted.

Still a Ja-ca, you need to face it,

Mad cuz yo house costs as much as yo bracelet,

Never patient, compitition, sound ancient,

Im gettin followed by a Federal Agent,

Engagements, gangsta banquets, piggarements, stainless,

Leave you brainless make it painless.

Hanus, 27 holes in his anus.

Make em pay when they mistake us for entertainers.

Cant blame es, young, dumb, and famous

Mary Jane is whut her neme is, I keep her where my cane is.



[Hook]



[Verse 3 Pimpstress]



My money flows like a runny nose,

All I gotta do is find a place to throw away these bloody clothes.

I pacanina while I shop at the Gallaria,

Stay on my toes like a motha fuckin ballarina .

From Pasadedna to Amid that you know a Baby Bash beats

the brotha of a Gras

Groa.

Raheed he wuz raised on the wrong street,

SPM had a fatha made of concrete,

Low G lest the dogs loose fuck tha troops,

And Grimm is the spider called the Brown Recluse,

Juan Gotti got the shotti puttin holes in they body,

Murdaholics kill a nigga while he sittin on the potty,

Hillwood Hustlaz and 24-7, Dope Game Legends, feel they presence.

The young and the sensless, a message from Texas,

Dope House Records eats you hos up for breakfast.



[Hook]



[Spm] No more chances


Album Lyrics: The Purity Album [2000]


South Park Mexican
"The Purity Album [2000]"


1. 2 Joints
2. Child Of The Ghetto
3. Cookie Baker
4. Crazy Lady
5. Dope Game
6. Follow My Lead
7. I Am Your Future
8. Meet Your Fate
9. Problemas
10. Rollin'
11. Styrofoam Cup
12. Watch The Block Bleed
13. We Did Dat
14. Whatever You Do
15. You Know My Name