have to wonder if it's true and I'm so glad I'm here with you, Planting bombs - robbing banks, call it war, call it pranks, Call it terror, call it love
come creepin' to sniff Yo my words are similar to persian scimitars Swung from the lungs of an urban minotaur Some things you can't learn in church or
it ain't about the cheddar It's all about the time that we spend together Not the rhyme or the crime or the Gucci sweater The house that's built on a
got bashted New York will grab you in the five gates where willies operate And scared niggas go to Church to see another day Wit straight gun play, drunk off a E&J
