eyes will watch you grow Come listen close and I'll try I'll try to let you know It's all I know There is no magic, there are no secrets We all begin
't stand a chance against my prayers You don't stand a chance against my love They outlawed the Ghost Dance but we shall live again, we shall live again My sister
best friend That's your best friend That's your BFF That's your BFF OMG WTF SMH BFF That's your BFF That's your BFF She close like a sister Follow your
and my only Ever since you left I've been lonely I can't find no love in my homies You always was true I remember them bitches, they tried to hit your sister
too Everybody's smoking cheeba Everybody, everybody now! Get that stoner, Get that hessian It's their secret cheeba session Gimme gimme, gimme gimme Mommy, daddy, sister
our own sweet time People forget that they're young Everything's old pat 'Cause they don't know where it's at We got the secret of life in the palm
this shit So kneel submit Free love Free love Feel love in all my sisters Breathe out Blind house You don't need to know their secrets Believe
And the cars in the driveway only multiply Well they are lost in their houses And heard them sing in the shower Making speeches to their sister on the
Hey yo I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs The Victoria Secret, she gives love No matter which way you keep it You'll get shoved out the picture
If you purchased this album from a store Or you got a copy from a friend You about to witness one of hip hop's greatest secrets That the record industry
(Hard truth soldier radio) Brothers and sisters, this is not a test I've been asked by Public Enemy leader Chuck D To make this emergency announcement
mama's place Suspended from school and scared to go home, I was a fool With the big boys, breakin' all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister Over
their first dance? How many remember their first chance? I remember the first time we met you was quiet as kept Cubic dimples hair done in barrettes Charc caramel a keep a secret
whippin' that shit And I know it sounds eerie but my niggaz better hear me If you speakin' on the phones, it won't be secret to the jury They hit you
a slutty ass motherfucker Slut you fuckin' whore, I fuckin' hate you I like birthday candle cakes and titty shakes with silicone Secret whispers and D-Loc's sister
I make 'em Slim Fast, lookin' like stick figures I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret
Tweeter and the monkey man were hard up for cash They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash To an undercover cop who had a sister named jan For
Papa's hitting the road again Takes the show cross-country for hire And the crowds come and go Secret agents getting bigger Mom's holding sister in the