Letras:
Good Old War That S What S Wrong

With a knife in my back, everybody rappin' fast! But the harmony in it and now that's too much to pass, now that's too much to ask. And they pick up a

meant it, that's the way I deal with enemies like pro lifers, that support the death penalty and don't talk about war, when niggaz know that your pus

I said "Baby bless" That was the 80's, but now look at this crazy mess We in the 90's, and finally it's lookin good Hip-hop took it to billions, I knew

plastic bag money We talkin that bad money, that i.r.s can tax money ya dig me [Rick Ross] Jus made a hundred of that brown paper bag money I thank

I not hit the ni&&a in the mouth that time I won that fight, I lost that war I can still see my ni&&a walkin out that door Who'da thought I'd never see

boy still be around Had I not hit the nigga in the mouth that time I won that fight I lost that war I could still see my nigga walkin' out that door

up quick behind me asking "Yo what happened to my [Incomprehensible] Steve?" Steve was like this kid I went with back in Grammar School I chuckled knucklehead I seen him yesterday he's cool He's

maker Is it wrong for me to curse in the name of right Is it wrong for me to spit life into this mic That's all I'm asking baby How come the new millennium

in the studio again Look at that, hey, I don't need no cue cards They got the engineers holdin' up cue cards What's that say, what that say? Oh they