I... I am so like window in your life I stay so open and some days, I'm as close as i can get When you say I love you That's right That's right I'm gonna
lay down stay down, Harmony smooth wid the thug shit, Mo murda to the fool that clone, Five niggas loc'd out wid the roughness, And it's war tryin' crab
know what they say about he who hesitates in war (What's that?) He who hesitates is lost He can't explain what he saw before his picture went blank The old
seen a Cadillac window uptown And there was nobody aroun', I got into the driver's seat And I drove 42nd Street In my Cadillac. Good car to drive after a war
shots If I shot that boss glass eye go cock, cock, glock watch Man's life shall squash Now I've struck like war, pump like war, pump like war And so,
was overnight Enjoy your last. Last taste of freedom! Old man he looks out the window You know he does not feel so safe anymore. he come from those supposed good
I see Pussy Galore Snap my fingers make you mine If not I'll snap a 2nd time. After that I guarantee you will be standing next to me An old head once
option) This is neither old nor new It's always forever Somewhere between sense And ambition Pleasure and decision We have to make a choice What do we want Everyone singing 'War, what is it good
, stay down Harmony smooth wid the thug shit Mo' Murda to the fool that clone Five niggas loc'd out wid the roughness And it's war trying crab these
gas talk in the hood Black boars, burnin' wood, crack walls turnin' good Nickel bags, crystal mag, blackout, semi' four Black watch, ready for war, sasquatch
see, Pussy Galore Snap my fingers, make you mine If not, I'll snap a second time After that I guarantee You will be standin' next to me Yo, an old
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left And you don't know nuthin
But as time when by, my ball partners they started to fall, But I was taught by the g from that old school, As I got older, the old school seemed cool
brand new eddie bauer Off up into this day, I don't know why that shit was sour You was supposed to be my hommie from the old school Another good guy
me a Cadillac window uptown There was nobody around I got into the driver's seat And I drove down 42nd street in my Cadillac Good car to drive after a war
that raw emotion In the night, crushed empty can Olive oil is waiting for her man To come in from the fight That will change their life for good this
've found a box of my things Infantries, tanks and smoldering airplane wings These old pictures are cool, tell me some stories Was it like the old war
lover Who will leave my head alone Get me a soldier Get me a soldier Who will fight me in this war Get me an exit I need an exit I need a window or
