Tekster:
Land Of Talk All My Friends

Parents just don't understand I remember one year My mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister All

hill when I all ready did Like your girl gotta admit she was a sexy bitch But I hit it with the Gin so my nuts don't itch (Whta, what, what?) [Buckshot

broke A ghetto garage makes a nice laboratory PCP and crystal meth, wars of glory End of story, gotta watch my back myself Or else they'll find my body

comment on Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth so when you talk bout "you know who" I don't know who you talkin' bout [Fabolous] According to my

I would try my finger and I would try my hand At any fool game in this man's land But don't you talk about this dear friend of mine I ain't never been

Ah, it's open season here my friend It always is, it always has been Welcome, welcome to the U.S.A. We're partying fools in the autumn of our heyday

give you all of my trust will you fuck it all up for the love of lust? Hoes, I loves you so, but unlike my friend, you're just my foe. Peace 'til the

cause a jacker might run in your house [Verse: Z-Ro] Now snitch fellas get up under my skin That's why I don't mess with friends Unless it's my Mac-

up everyday and make-up rhymes but I'm not Mary Kay Some say I'm dope as fuck, some label my rhymes incest My flex is kinda mean yo, so hey kid, CATCH