t no surprise in it You get it, with, cellophane wrapped tight over the meat they be like disguising it I'm sort of sticking to my old ways (true) Keeping
thought that this is where i'd settle down, I thought i'd die an old man back in my hometown, They gave me this plot of land, me and some other men,
hunter cross this ridge but the winged ones, no one will steal the eggs from this fortress. The she-eagle is old, her mate was shot long ago, she is
horseman Will ever ride there, no hunter cross this ridge but the winged ones, no one will steal the eggs from this fortress. The she-eagle is old,
Lay down "Bullets fire" Mothafucka lay down Lay down Lay down Lay down, spray sounds Spray sounds Lay down Lay down Mothafucka lay down Don't get up lay down Lay down Lay
no hunter cross this ridge but the winged ones, no one will steal the eggs from this fortress. The she-eagle is old, her mate was shot long ago, she
my father would banish me as i did say nothing [- To Walk with Men - 7:2] Edin na zu! Was cast upon me A banishment! To walk among men Hear me Father
you know? What did you care? Another token tantrum to cover up the fear. What did you know? What did you care? Another institution, another cross to bear
and tapes Motherfuckers go bananas like this was Planet of the Apes Grapes I bust em like cherries and lay down, bitches purchase tickets to ride the dick and sit down it like a Greyhound Down
I spot an active drowning victim form a mile away, I save old men in seas like Hemmingway. The swimming pool not taken? Watch out for Frost, don?
never thought that this is where i'd settle down, I thought i'd die an old man back in my hometown, They gave me this plot of land, me and some other men
nobody Never thought I'd cross that line I held up a filling station Like I'd done a hundred times The kid done like I told him He lay face down on the
never lost this I bust open ya head and sow it up wit a cross-stitch Left M.C.'s cross-eyed, make a right at the cross street Just pass the crossroads
lost this I bust open ya head and sow it up wit a cross-stitch Left M.C.'s cross-eyed, make a right at the cross street Just pass the crossroads, tuckin