life like I should Now all the critics wanna hit it, to shit-can how we did it Just because they don't get it But I'll stay fitted, new era committed
his world was now complete He had the perfect life When they had graduated college They were wed in a ceremony quite grand Then they moved to new york
I know this is somebody's fault I don't know the reason I stayed here all season With nothin' to show but that brand new tattoo (Hell yes it hurts
that lady limp thru the door, althought she was much much older she coulld still relate, she had a son of her own that got a son my age. and the reason
This is not my home these are not my friends a new place to go this is not the end closer now than when I remember some good time to begin no regrets
We move like the special forces, green beret Heavily around my throat, I don't play Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way The God P walk with a limp
of rifle rounds echoes out across the fields....well they hardly know their sacred mother tongue....but they know their duty to defend the flag hanging limp
don't stop We in this great lakes state Eatin steaks 'n' shrimp It's kinda hard to miss the crew Because we all got limps (Got limps) We come equipped with new
I know it's nobody's fault I don't know the reason I stayed here all season Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo But it's a real beauty A Mexican
Among the tattered dwelling of the new found home, in the furthest cramped corner sat the shell of a goat head strangled in copper wire, scraped of it
and you don't stop We in this Great Lakes state Eatin steaks 'n shrimp It's kinda hard to miss the crew Because we all got limps We come equipped with new
Holla At Me Filmore Bitch We Dollar Happy You Would Think I Was Strippin' The Way Hoes Throw Dollas At Me I'm The Motha Fuckin' Spitful, Delightful, Iful The New
' swing, boi Them god damn toys; do you know what i mean, boi? [dj paul] Now if you warrin' and runnin' from them three-six niggas This forty-five gon' give a reason
the Special Forces, Green Beret Heavily around my throat, I don't play Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way The God P walk with a limp,
the combonation for this life And where they keep it It's kinda sad when you don't know the meanin' But everything happens for a reason (everything happens for a reason