people say I'm handsome I'm so confused that you won't see me all the time, yeah I know it won't be long Until you hear this song I know it won't be
t And busting it wrong Hot shots holla back when you get 'em Outlawz'll sic 'em, bustin back at the system Military wisdom Preparing myself for armegeddom Breaking my balls at this game Knowing it
ass we'd take it Mold it, shape it, living outside the matrix Hold it, make it, more than miniature major labels Hold it sacred, living it for the culture
you could have The power and the dramas to feel fear I wonder what your wife thought of all of this Dear christian we learned so much I realize we won't be
it's there, i'll soon be gone - i like myself better when i'm high - is that so wrong? - don't sit and judge me 'cuz you don't know me at all - you can
you will see Who he really is Just don?t think of coming back to me You went out into the garden, sat underneath a pine tree It started to go all wrong
of it It ain't wrong to write a song For all your friends to sing along. People too me and you Can also be like lobsters in bucket It's all just one
on, to challenge me you must be strong. I walk your land but don't belong, two million soldiers can't be wrong. It's no fun but I've been here before
to know where you stand on anything yet And there is nothing wrong with that It might be kinda fun to get to know yourself a little while Take a left at
I can?t hang on If you won?t meet me in the middle, on solid ground Tell me what?s wrong, give me something I can work on But if all you?ve got is you
own How much fun can you have on your own? I got a picture on my wall (It hangs there all night) I hardly notice it at all And I know that it's wrong
out it But they just won't quit runnin their mouth at least 'til there's a gun in it; son of a bitch! We all got shooters, yeah these days who doesn't
y'all ain't a rapper out there that I can't destroy Never chill ain't never sat in a LazyBoy Why, why sleeping really ain't a fun You can talk that talk
do you, you'll never make everyone happy. It just won't happen. At the end of day, when all say is said, you better be ready to go back at'em. I learn
away it's lame but i forgot the date i won't make the same mistake it's all too late now you know don't hang up the phone i wish i was at home I know
and won't give you up takes your car and it's your money that be fillin' it up look at what he's got thinks he's hit the jackpot and it ain't right cos
is my Lord, and ain't no doubt about it but it's 10 p.m., clubs are open, and they're bout it, bout it And I know all the world has to offer is obituary
