Songtexte:
The Books The Way Out

you. You are such an idiot, idiot, idiot. I can kill you with a rifle...a shotgun, any way I want to. Probably by cutting your toes off and working my way

on his leatherette Looks through pictures of the ones that he hasn't had yet When he thinks he wants a closer look He gets out his little black telephone book

beef we could handle it man to man When I pull out yo theres no need to reload it I flush you out your house and you a rodent I'm out for the chips and

his car Won't go all the way But I'll go pretty far! Round four He'll ask me for my hand and then Round five We'll book the wedding band so by Round

you) Operator (Yeah) get heaven on the line (Sometimes you feel like time is runnin' out) Make sure they answer cuz I'm runnin' out of time (Check this out, check this out

literal way that you can take everything i say. We could end this right now if you want it that way, but you don't want it that way. East coast stories out

tell me to ride, and I'ma ride Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfuckers die It's not the way I wanna live, my nigga it's how it is Homey got

better off gettin shot I'm convinced self-defense is the way Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day I wish I woulda known while I was out there Now

classes The ones you left out, jobs were givin', better livin' But we were kept out Made to feel inferior, but we're the superior Break the chains in out