pride to the grave Won't feel sorry now that you're gone Just a memory distant and vague I do what I can to keep it that way I am now the bastard son
your pride to the grave Won't feel sorry now that you're gone Just a memory distant and vague I do what I can to keep it that way I am now the bastard
you smell that? What's that? I smell pussy. Is that you Irv? I smell pussy. Is that you Ja? I smell pussy. Is that you Black? I smell pussy. Is that
Don't worry if you see God first tell Him shit got worse I ain't mad, I know you're representin the crew And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt
Serious 'bout mine 'cause you're runnin' out of time and talkin' that shit'll get you touched, bitch Now you know that we ain't into that rappin back
you gonna do, what you gonna do? (do, do, heee heee!) When the new world order come for you. (for you, for you, ahh!, ahh!) All you can do, what you
it's the first thing that I would do) (And I'll make sure he'll follow you) Leave house They say that I'm lonely That I hide away That I hide away from all of you
occurred He would watch you without winking and he saw what you were thinking And it's certain that he didn't approve Of hilarity and riot so that folk
: [Chorus:] You better quit while you're ahead Ah that's what I said, or you're better off dead Hey eh, you better quit while you're ahead [Verse 1:
it I'm feeling it yeah I know that you like the way that I put it down on you you know what yeah We were meant to be together for eternity but now you're gone
about it You ruined it now, I hope you go to sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it I hope your
how you jealous ones envy I shoulda knew better from the first few letters you sent me The first two letters you were tellin' me shit Like you respect
you came out my asscrack" Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't paid And the only mic/Mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade Ain't nothin
right, that pass my left ear Your style is ass-out like the Bulls are next year (you're GONE) Fear this veneer, you get stung like virgins Who that cat
and hark You hear them whispering in the crowns of the trees you're whirling 'round but your eyes don't agree will 'o' the wisps misguiding your path you
Wish I could bring it all back now, dammit! Linda, Ron, Cathy and Ryo We want you to know that we love you. That's just the way it is (That's just the
