think of what to say upon return from my time away but all I know is that they say, ?Where there?s smoke there?s fire, but I say, ?Where there?s love there
that wetness for ya Slurped and burped, got that bitch more open than my door do Let's take a journey up in the stars where I live at Where I fuck Jane
Crack For every shell that fell there's a story to tell They say you hustle then you goin' to hell Nah, I know God love's me Yeah, I know that He fucks
shoot his truck up just to drive him insane Give his Rover the new name, the firing range When we see you yell fire and aim 'Cause when I fire them
Magic: Its a shame this all started as a misunderstanding There is no turning around because my money is demanded Now I gotta call the fuckin bandit ...d.i.g. Leavin' muthafucka's where
a hill And I burst in the door and there on the floor frozen to death lay Bill Ice white ice like a winding-sheet sheathing each smoke-grimed wall Ice
there with the Devil Busta numb, red rum, Mr. I-B-N, fool Oh that's what the Fly would do, now Killaman what would you do? [D.J. Paul] First I hit up
a kitten or through a smoke ring. lament the bird with the broke wing, the bike with the flat tire as I wait for my soul to catch fire. I swung
new day a new beginning oh no no no the story dont stop there im just gettin started lemme see lemme keep goin yall check it out uh uh uh uh uh where
there? That's really fantastic . . . Phyllis: Oh, it's nothing. Don: All of those buttons and switches . . . Phyllis: It's nothing. Look, look what's going on there! Oh . . . oh
, didn't want Close my eyes just to look at you Taken by the seamless vision I close my eyes, Ignore the smoke, Ignore the smoke, Ignore the smoke Call
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes we both Oh yes we both Oh yes, we both reached for The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun Oh yes, we both reached for the gun [All
and a can full of gas." I put the nail in the slot and fired 'er up; she coughed and belched up a bunch a' smoke and I backed her right through the hog
a hill, And I burst in the door, and there on the floor, frozen to death, lay Bill. Ice, white ice, like a winding-sheet, sheathing each smoke-grimed
better tell me now or I'm going to really get mad." ``Oh yeah, I think I know where they are. They're in back of the TV set, where all the parakeet
Rhymes blind devine (evol??) Smoked out in the cadillac regal With a mommy on my beecho Theres eight million stories Only six million ways to die Theres two million niggas getting away with crime Theres
Crack [Chorus:] For every shell that fell There's a story to tell They say you hustler then you going to hell Nah, I know God love's me Yeah, I know
