this ain't no love song. And so you were removed one day. And in your place a large bouquet. I turned my head and walked away Because this ain't no
hero (uh huh) I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh) You can't tame Lloyd
my lawn, before I pinch your muthafuckin' arm I ain't gon' fight ya, I ain't gon' bite ya I ain't gon' kick ya, I ain't gon' punch ya But I pinch the
audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each other. That's because
Strapped on your front door There ain't nuthin' But heroes and villains More villains than heroes But can you tell One from the next? Can you go down from zero? There ain't
But, yo, I can't go on Because this is the end of my part on the last song Real G from the streets, villianous when he speaks For all you busters who can't
