There's a hole in this story There is something that I haven't seen And for now, you want to keep it to yourself But if you're lonely Tell me, tell me
bitches up the street All because I used to creep, with her girlfriend Sharese She knows, I keep the hoes, from nation, to nation On every radio station, good
t know which way I'm gonna turn There's a fork in the road ahead About this year We salute the troops They're all still there In a fucking war It's no good
the grill, put a hole in ya smile With a banana clip longer than the O.J. trial Now let me find out you tried to put a stop to my sales Put a hole through
low, behind the do', inside the drawer Little did he know that the beat was tryin' to find a flow Stuck in limbo, how low can you go? A punched hole
all fucked up now We the nicest niggas around Y?all fucked up now Yo, a nigga wanna go to war with kiss, find him a ditch Old school niggas tell me,
me My faculty, blow holes in your Mos chinos and tuxedos While all y'all niggas free load, reload Explode on, roll on, fold on, Ghengis Khan Dusk till dawn Art of War
even gon' try us I'll leave you with a hole daddy And for the fact that I'm in the Dirty South I'll be bouncin' in the old Caddy What - motherfucker
hard on that Ragged Old Flag On Flanders Field in World War I She got a big hole from a Bertha gun She turned blood red in World War II She hung limp
on like lotion It was like: once apon a time a long time ago I was sticken 9 milis in a pussy hole Get of the Ol 8 old Murda moe then i gotta go to a
The old man was covered with tattoos and scars He got some in prison and others in bars The rest he got workin' on old junk cars in the daytime They looked
wasted words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying. Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls
generally you'll hear That's the sound of a match between a golfer and a ping-pong enthusiast I played golf today, 18 holes I played golf, wooo I did pretty good
't mess with America I said, don't with America You're over there and preaching about a holy war Don't with America You're gonna be full of holes before
More than fifty percent of us Endin' up with holes through the chest Through the head, through the gut it shows The future for us young shooters and old
s natural in a city with CRACKED statutes Please believe it, gun shots some keep secrets You keep sleepin', get caught in ya Jeep preachin Always listen to an old
As young men and women are growing old and weak And far too scared to try to speak to the powers that be So instead they claim peace in the midst of war
on a milk crate with a stog' a pierced nose, a model with a stalker, cheap hooker, jay walkers a table on a sidewalk with four old men slappin' dominos
