It was oh so quiet Oh it was so quiet that winter I was dreamin Dreamin of your sound Spring came Along with the spring came good fortune We were laughing
Brook-land Army fatigue break up teams, the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crotched up over the casket, screamin BASTARD Cryin
Naw he couldn't have said that so I raised my antennas Look at my Nextel got a call from Santana That nigga a pussy we just saw him in Atlanta So I
bandana Naw he couldn't have said that so I raised my antennas Look at my Nextel got a call from Santana That nigga a pussy we just saw him in Atlanta So
streets be the key Erasin' suspicious and heartless niggas on the streets Some live in poverty, even though a nigga be slangin' dope And dodgin' the Feds cause them bastards
