Tekster:
Good Old War I M Not For You

alone I give love to my homies, then I bounce the fuck home Bodyguards are something that I just don't do Cause if I'm after you black, I'm gonna clap

just start shootin' For red or for blue or for blow I guess From Bankhead at the old projects No more stress, now I'm straight Now I get it, now I take

good Whose idea was that? I've got hope But you cant eat hope I'm not done Not giving up Not cashing in Too late There's a bailout coming but it's not for

though it was fiesta. I-I-I-I-I-I-I! When he turned the light down low he said, "Oh Miss Vickie, I, I want you so." I was a forced, forced to remove

Times are, we still close I rhyme far, away away away From what you accustomed to hearin everyday, uh-ah You know the dope-choppin, gun-poppin, homies dyin I'm amongst it, save the war stories for

I was at your age? I was working downtown for the minimum wage. And I'm not gonna let you just throw it all away. I'm through being cute, I'm through

you got some and I see you walk by (by) Imma get up tap you say hi (hi) Take you to my room tap you then bye (bye) Nah I'm just playing You still got

you go Livin' then you go Livin' then you go Livin' when we livin' then you go Livin' then you go You go, you go Then you go, you go Origin is forever

orchestra Granny said when I'm old enough I'll be sure to be all I can be You niggas Marcus Camby, washed up Pussy fix ya panties I'm Mr. Marcus, you