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Sparks Don T Shoot Me

Ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it Won't reach out and ya bet I won't visit Till my whole wardrobe

or go raw? I can't explain the true penalties of fame and the wealth Tell me who can I trust? I can't trust myself Got the devil got me thinking 'bout

But in the meantime, call me William H. though On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin' Throwin' it up like liquor on an empty stomach Y'all don't

fire, fire You don't like me, so what? Act up, fire gon' make ya hate me Fuck sick shit up, move up Burn shit down, spark it up then ya lay down 'Cause

Artist: Scarface f/ Bun B (U.G.K.), Z-Ro Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com [Talking] Nigga don't act like you don't know who I'm talkin' bout (Fifty-Cent

a stash raper, duct taper Fuck you police and fuck neighbors Move to smooth, don't duck or try to shake us 2 P 8 9 ruge, so don't tuck paper You heard

out for snakes and these scandalous freaks If we ain't on good terms don't bother to speak Don't smile and try to spark a convo with me Same thing'll

you left me unsure of a sure thing Seeing you getting up close to her Sends me back where you and I once were And I won't settle for second best (Chorus

I don't care Bitches say you don't got money I don't care Yo, nigga say he nicer than you I don't care I'm knockin somebody right the fuck out (I don't