you don't even want to talk I just don't get it I just don't get it I want to be around, you know? But you're making it too hard I get no time with
too hard I get no time with you honey You're always busy I give all of mine to you honey but you're watching TV I give all my time to you honey All my time
A glistening murder machine False majesty standing perfectly still A blitzkrieg raining down evil On a mountain of black ice Like a good old fashioned
the golden child Still on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my fucking sweater Niggas is soft like butter, leathers and felt Time
the goods, Top Gun Ice-T in your neck of the woods Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my old endeavors
old me's dead and gone Dead and gone And oh hey, I've been travelin' on this road too long Just tryin' to find my way back home But the old me's dead
Yes, I miss good lookin' women in my home town Yeah, you know I miss good lookin' women, that you lay down You know I miss the good cookin' mama, that
mask but how long will it last I used to work at Burger King, a king taking orders Punching my clock now I'm wanted by the manager Soupin' me up sayin', "You're a good
A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far away Naboo was under an attack And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn Could talk the Federation in To maybe cutting
now, countin this money, been the same niggas as day, they can't get nothin from me, to all of them non-hankin, congradulatin, niggas thats good at no time
, go. Remember the bad cause all of the good I found on my own when Bone found Mo, muggin, thuggin through your door. Hoes speakin of the last, time when
, stay down Harmony smooth wid the thug shit Mo' Murda to the fool that clone Five niggas loc'd out wid the roughness And it's war trying crab these
Kings 'til the sundown Deadly issues of telekinesis Better show love or lay down Hold down, welcome to the showdown I think it's 'bout time little Layzie
crime rate I ain't lookin? for a job, fuck workin? the part time When we could come up on some dough With good combs and slang dimes I see this all the Goddamn time
D A 'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that Do it Holiday Style Double R is comin' for war, war J A D
