歌词：
Money Mark Pick Up The Pieces

many sorries went around And he became a familiar sound Got so tired of the melody Melodies were meant to be free You got me pickin' up all my pieces

one question for me, baby Do you love me? I love you Very, very, very, very much Baby Can I come pick you up and take you shoppin? Spend all my money

money order Hol' it down in your cage see you back at headquarters Everything is fine, LA blow spots like land mines Do the knowledge as I pick seven

the windows and painted the floors Raised up the roof 'till it touched the sky Grew a little garden outside in the rust and sand Picked up the pieces

the tri-state area Act up, my MFC niggas'll have to bury ya Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga Holding the big toast, make yo chest piece

mother would say Somebody stole my piece of chicken But I'll tell you what my mother would say Somebody stole my piece of chicken Round, round, one, three (Up, up

Somebody stole my piece of chicken!" ... But I'll tell you, what my mother would say.. "Somebody stole my piece of chicken!" [Pharoahe Monch] Round (up) round (up

Be true to you for me that there's no one bigger cause they can all suck dick Cause strictly 4 my niggaz (Chorus) This is for the critics if you live up pick up

state area Act up, my MFC niggas'll have to bury ya Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga Holding the big toast, make yo chest piece shake