I wanna tell you about my hometown It's a dusty old jewel in the South Puget Sound Well, the factories churn and the timbers all cut down And life goes
me like you're Never going to do what?s right Jack dropped 21, Jill 22, the look in his eyes said "Brother, what you going to do With a 9mm and a three piece
Like you're never going to do, what's right Jack dropped 21, Jill 22 The look in his eye said "Brother what are you going to do With a 9 millimeter and a three piece
Three coins in the fountain Each one seeking happiness Thrown by three hopeful lovers Which one will the fountain bless? Three hearts in a fountain Each
[all] three coins in the fountain each one seeking happiness [francis] thrown by three hopeful lovers wich one will the fountain bless? [all] three
've got pieces of April I keep them in a memory bouquet I've got pieces of April But it's a morning in May I've got pieces of April I keep them in a
pieces and rip you apart Honest to God I'll break your heart Tear you to pieces and rip you apart Honest to God I'll break your heart Tear you to pieces
by Philly police I just made a Hundred thousand to put in my piece In what seems like a year but it was really a week Ain't Lil Troy but I wanted to be
-3 Bang every MC easily, busily Recently niggaz frontin' ain't sayin' nuttin' So I just speak my peace, keep my piece Cubans with the Jesus piece with
though I'm her niece, she copped me a piece Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer What? She don't know I like my guns pretty? Like my boy Castor Troy
addicted to it Street life, real thug niggaz makin' rap music I met Dave at the radio, he cool started the source mag, always had to be in school It was one piece
Twisted strangers Have gone to war Oxygen drunk Fall bleeding to the floor Glass eyed creatures Fragmented features Piecing together Fallen warriors A
boy You're a warrior MARIONETTE ---------- (Words Willcox/Music Bogen) Twisted strangers Have gone to war Oxygen drunk Fall bleeding to the floor Glass eyed creatures Fragmented features Piecing
God hard to imagine me But Lord why me? I'm the bad spirit that tortures the souls of the nearest Untouched pussy, what'chu want with me? Been through lesbianage, menage et trois
on the block, I'm never broke mayne I started small time, dope game, cocaine Boy don't test me I'm gettin' tired of teachin' lessons Lil' Troy, a superstar
troy layin for travolta mic gun pump Layin on the floor clark's bleedin watermelon chunks Hold up... sprinkle the hash, tony chapstick Snatch rza last piece
[pastor troy] Lord I'm sorry, I'm tired God I'm tired, God I'm tired Don't nobody know what it is, don't nobody know it's like I'm livin today thru tommorrow
Troy:what that shit talking Guy:uh,pastor troy Troy:get the fuck away from my motherfuckin door Guy:(knocking on door)this p nigga,i'mma sign you up nigga