Razz the kid Just like the girlies back at corner store Wash my bugle boy a watching my throne Sweet mutilation of a sold to nothing man Lord have mercy shake is falling through your hand Because she love me I'm the chosen one These are the days to not

Many men, many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men

Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me Well if I've done somebody wrong, Lord, have mercy if you please Please have mercy, Lord have mercy on me I used to have plenty of money, the finest clothes in town But bad luck and trouble overtaken me, bound to

Oh, Lord have mercy on my wicked soul, Hey, black mama, what's the matter with you? Said it ain't satisfaction, don't care what I do, Hey, mama, what's the matter with you? Said it ain't satisfaction, baby, don't care what I do. You take a brown-skinned

You should have told me, Lucy That's a long time How do you do, Lucy? You sure been hard to find I heard you had a daughter six years old And I just can keep from crying Six years and Lucy Lord, have mercy Is she pretty? Has she grown?

Lord have mercy if you please Lord have mercy lord have mercy on me Please have mercy lord have mercy on me And if I've done somebody wrong Well if I've done somebody wrong I used to have plenty of money The finest clothes in town Bad luck and trouble

I went down to the crossroad Fell down on my knees Standin' at the crossroad babe You can run, you can run Tell my friend Willie Brown I looked east and west Asked the lord above "Have mercy now Save poor Bob if you please" Yeeooo, standin' at the

Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a ginsu Look at the life that I've been through I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars Who you thought "Kick In The Door" was for? But that's

"He's goin' down, Lord have mercy" I'm goin' down Aww man you gotta love it I'm on my way Hey mama, all around the town they're sayin' I'm country rich, no budget Got to get paid Hey daddy, all around the town they're sayin' Pick up, pick up, daddy's in

Lord have mercy, got to tell it Tell it just like it is, every word. Yeah! I was living in St. Louis In the year of nineteen fifty five Mama didn't have no great mansion, Just a little old country dive. Papa worked all week long, Tryin' to keep us six