You never lied to me through the years No i don't want To fall asleep again With no excuses No i'm still alive Don't bury me Until my hands still shake
day goes by And I'm lost and confused I've got nothin to lose Hope to hear from you soon P.S. I'm still not over you Still not over you [verse 2] Excuse
when I floss Riding with the Trae, riding with the Jay'ton Riding with my brother, brother, then we be on On a money making mission, Stackin our feddy
, attack on society If this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be If you investigate you'll find out where it's comin from Look through our history
tight Hsss... I ain't tryna to go through no novela.. I'm just wanna cutie with a bootie screamin' out wepa that attitude I love it.. Forget what they say you with
the last one It's funny that we're shaking hands [Wait a minute, I know this hand] It's the same hand (I'll hold in front of a minister) Same hand (when
you down with a weapon My goonies get looney anytime that I tell 'em Dead 'em! I walk around with stacks in my denim With fast foreign cars with the gator
days of the beggars and the choosers This is the year of the hungry man Whose place is in the past Hand in hand with ignorance and legitimate excuses
excuse for your foray to disengage from deeps of your encumbrance Behold All our gold Thousandfold Bereave me declined thruths ensign forever mine Bereave me March in with
Wonder Man Just how did our oil get under their sand? And how did our homes get onto their land? And how did our foes get guns in their hands? Conflict
juked with a BABY OCTOPUS . . . and spewed upon with creamed corn . . . an' that your harelipped dyke-o bass-playing girlfriend on the backseat had to have it with
me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat me with a toilet brush. Phyllis
past hand in hand with ignorance and legitimate excuses the rich declare themselves poor and most of us are not sure if we have too much but we'll take our
the past hand in hand with ignorance and legitimate excuses the rich declare themselves poor and most of us are not sure if we have too much but we'll take our
sentence This bouncer came out and dragged us both through the entrance This guy was huge and I was stumbling with my speech I finally mumbled that we just stumbled in from
then they say Now everything I?m rhymin? on cause a Ramadan Been a don, prayin? for the families lost in the storm Bring our troops back from Iraq, keep our
