Lyrics:
You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply.
I'd rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie.
And who am I to judge you on what you
where you been
That's the way I see it I'm a Simple Man.
Now I'm the kinda man that'd not harm a mouse
But if I catch somebody breakin in my house
crippled, that is true, sir,
Please don't judge my courage by my twisted leg.
Let me show my Uncle Sam what I can do, sir,
Let me help to bring the Axis
hanging by a thread
I was breaking down
And I saw only two footprints in the sand
Thought you'd abandoned me and
Let go of my hand
But you were
chorus x2 (Willie D)
I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president
[Fuck fuck fuck a war]
(Bushwick Bill)
In Vietnam a lot of niggas died young
and thanks to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey
And started slowly roastin' 'em
'Cause that's where most of my anger is based
Fuck your
want a contract
I analyze'd all, information exposed in the air
Judge it for myself and told you my response as a player
Set up and had it, stretched
bed
Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head
Let it be said what the headache represents
It's me defending in suspense, it's me
tonight so stick around and take a bite of life
We don't need feebleness in this proximity
Ask good MacDuff and Donalbain, so many good ideas are slain
By
on the phone
I thought I'd be there overnight so I just called my boss
To tell him I'd be off but not for long
Well, they motioned me inside a cell with
I've got a longing way down in my heart
For that old gang that has drifted apart
They were the best pals that I ever had
I never thought that I'd
the last six years I've lived through terror
And in the darkened streets the pain
Oh, how I long to find some solace
In my mind I curse the strain
So
I'd go if You ever let go
So keep me held in Your hands
I've started breathing, the weight is lifted here
With you it's easy, my head is finally
on the TV, bezel dipped in in 3-D
Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, money keep growin'
Ice
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
headed to D.C. two by twos
Cause those low down, profound, killin' four blues
Lookin' for my Congressman to make it well known
But the politicians
Let me tell you about a girl I know
She had a drink about an hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself in a bar in downtown hell
She heard a noise
Let me tell you about a girl I know
She had a drink about an hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself in a bar in downtown hell
She heard a noise
Sugar Magnolia blossom's blooming
Head's all empty and I don't care
Saw my baby down by the river
Knew she'd have to come up soon for air
Sweet
With my own hands I will tear Heaven from the sky
A war upon the holy, my path of deicide
No judge, no jury, executed for your lies
No salvation
on the TV, bezel dipped in in 3-D
Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, money keep growin'
Ice
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
brakes to the sound of the beat
You don't understand what he's doing to me
Deep down inside like a pit bull in heat
He's almost coming so we head for
push that button to strike that nerve
So you need to just go 'head on and back up
[Master P]
WHICH ONE OF YOU WENCHES SCRATCHED MY 600??!
y'all
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