ask how I feel Think the truth is part of the deal [Chorus:] You'll never know I'll never show I'm not a book You can't read me Always ask what's on
no love It's always love around the world When you think it's no war It's always war [Verse 1] Ayo, ayo I almost got caught by this young bitch, a dumb
away and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange Of a long-deserted line of traps way back of the Bighorn range Of a little hut by the great
shit I'm gonna blast hoe Fuck the five O And the motherfuckin jumpin grass Searching a real nigga in his draws Like they ass a fag Get yo god damn hands of a
Something is wrong in this nation When a child can grab a guns Grab a gun so easily and shoot a bullet Into the middle of a child?s face as my daughter
?© uma lembranA§a que h¡ em mim." All I ever wanted was a kiss All I ever wanted was to draw out A single teardrop from you My whole being
never turned back 6 shots, point blank, aimin' at your face I'ma quick draw then I'm gone without a trace And I'll rob a bank while cheat and steal Derail a
Yeah, give me that one Uh, yeah [Verse 1 - Classified] All I need's a flute beat and two sheets of loose leaf to move me A two piece on Toony Tuesday
away, and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange, Of a long-deserted line of traps 'way back of the Bighorn range; Of a little hut by the great
name's Mr. Bullet I respond to the index when you pull it, the trigger So make a note, take a vote Quick man, nickname's Quaker Oates 'cause Whether domestic
, see gee, I'm on a mission, look be They gonna find your ass missing Ever since me and Fame came, we maintained A strange, but a strong game (That can
mo') Is a broke niggah tricked by 1 buy o n six flo' Or do like I did leave da club now come back when u get dough A fishstick niggah now we messin wit
the bank called Christopher Lloyds Called a mama's little boy Or 50's little bitch The rotten apple, or the protoge of a snitch The protoge of a bitch
I'm on a mission. Look, be They gonna find your ass missing Ever since me and Fame came, we maintained A strange, but a strong game (That can't change
shit I'm gonna blast hoe Fuck the five o And the motherfuckin jumpin grass Searching a real nigga in his draws Like they ass a fag Get yo god damn hands of a
, give me that one Uh, yeah [Verse 1 - Classified] All I need's a flute beat and two sheets of loose leaf to move me A two piece on Toony Tuesday and
