's what we're trying to do. Questioner: what would you do in case of a war? John: how do you mean? Questioner: what would you do immediately if you
die but how do we erase the copycats? (how?) Whatever replacin that, I bet they all gonna copy that I could spit it sick, so tell me why would I be mad
to give I just wanna tell you that I love you and I care I wish you all the best throughout the rest of your career"... And then she broke into tears I pressed 7
tell me shit, 'til I got a sack of drugs Had the block sewn up, 'cause I learned to pack a gun, do you feel me? World do ya hear me? Catch a risin'
Got a nigga fiendin, flippin to lunch I mean you know that dank (oooowheeee!) have you with the munch Damn nigga, but it's all good After today I do
busy, thank you much" Well, well, one year passed and believe it or not She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk and she stopped "Lucy, after all this, you
groupies When you was doin' time in Camp Snoopy With the fags and snitches, no killers just bitches And you was payin' niggaz off with all my riches You so hardco', why you
I only want to tell you one thing...folk songs are serious". I said "right". Let's do it in C for Clam... Iet's do it in B...for boy that's a big clam
other chicks Let you hit then she split, that's why I got a honey dip From the club to the telly you know how it is Most of the chicks I never tell '
brushes. It's, it's a little dumb but I went along with it, you know, what else are you gonna do? You're getting paid and uh, you do these things. 13
you more than you know Although my heart says How do you tell the one You love goodbye for good Or even know if you should And how do you say the words
Written by jon b. (1995) Performed by after 7 A thousand words for why I love you Girl, I could go on all night telling you why it'll be true Let's stretch
the woods And I suggest you don't fuck wit us, cracker, you stuck wit us And you know how long we been waiting for you Devil, We know what you been contemplating to do
, you try to stay sane You get a little pleasure and you get a little pain You grab the brass ring, you know you've gotta try You keep right on a-grabbing
. You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me
shirt become one with the turf As I watch you fall down and tell you just what you worth You no good, dirty rotten scoundrel I pull these hoes, like promoters out of town do
but I'll tell ya I learned this Entertainment game can, come with permanent curses Either she telling you, you the father of her kids Or slamming the do