weapons Scatter my brains across the wall Fuck you Secrets don't make friends Secrets don't make friends Secrets don't make friends Secrets don't make
Traduction: From First To Last. Secrets Don `t Make Friends.
walkin (Hand in hand, couldn't understand) How his baby's mama could disapear with another man (and his best friend) Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you don't
make him start bitchin' make the next man whine Fuckin babies!! Go ahead and lay down, it's nap-time Same shit you spittin', heard it in your last rhyme Ain't
It's the same thing? I can't, I can't do it anymore. I'm going to make these louder so I don't have to hear about him. Forget the past! Don: I'm sure
just nice, he just slice like a ginnsu Look at the life that I been through I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official [Nas] Y'all don't know about
seduction while playing a temptation I thought I had it figured out, but games don't last The hourglass ran out, I got sprayed with the tear gas Big men don't
' cryin' like, "Man I wanna blow up" Cowards make me sick, swear to god I wanna throw-up Answer in a session with me? You better flow tough Offended? Don't
of 'em walkin' Hand in hand, couldn't understand How his baby's mama could disappear With another man and his best friend Now jealousy's dangerous, and if you don't
you hear me friend? Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body Secret society, tryin' to keep they eye on me But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me Make
trip, I guess. And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request." Well, he looked so low that I couldn't say no, then he says with a sort
into seduction while playing a temptation I thought I had it figured out, but games don't last The hourglass ran out, I got sprayed with the tear gas Big men don't
the past.Nothing lasts Don't you dare worry about the morning aftermath (yeah!) Don't you love how much you paid for your education? (yeah) Don't you
you ain't mines And its never been kept a secret for who your real father is But that motherfucker don't know what your favorite color is And he don't
you'll find The DNA ain't fallin far from the tree Come from a long line of the murderous kind So don't be fuckin with me You wanna check the history