end Dear God will you tell me why I'm judged by the color of my skin If you can please respond, a.s.a.p. Sincerely Willie D [Hook until fade: child
Nineteen-muthafuckin-ninety-nine Willie D Retreat or get hit I'm loved by few, hated by many But guess what? I don't give a shit [VERSE 1: Willie D]
game will never be the same No matter how much fame or success they attain There will never be another me an' no matter what they do There will never
or Wack! The rules are simple Each one of our teams will play music From their upcoming album And the studio audience will judge by applause Now let'
's a crappy deal 'Least it came with a few toys like a happy meal This game you could never win 'Cause they love you then they hate you Then they love
I want to it don't mean I will And just because I'm angry it don't mean I'd kill And just because she looks good it don't mean I'd hit it And just because
quick He's on some big muscled chest shit, posted by the exit That's my man, he's the owner, yeah he be on some next shit Said we'd make a few million by
many trees to climb, too many bees to find, too many places to be, too many faces to see, I flip all switches, and rip all stitches, I hate always
? We'd have all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags?
game will never be the same No matter how much fame or success they attain There will never be another me And no matter what they do There will never
s my monster . . . after all this time . . . Don: That's why monster movies are so popular, you know? Phyllis: I'd waited and waited . . . Don: D'you know how many
you speak the truth, all the haters will try to mute ya But if you the truth, all the traitors will call you Koopa Martin Luther King Koopa, many of 'em will
m the future Soon as you speak the truth, all the haters will try to mute ya But if you the truth, all pertrators will call you Koopa Martin Luther King Koopa, many of 'em will
July, 7th a few shed eyes Precious but others gave me they hate, to cherish But still I made it, a made nigga made by the game Made for war, my aim is
in pulling your joint if you ain't shootin at nothing Dude, fronting will get you banged in the face If you have braces then you know how the banger will
hate What you thought life was a sport? A game? One hundred years short, know the soul is immortal Walk through many portals, and those who go astray will
t nothing but a few of us left, I can count on my hand If I tried to make a song, for everyone that I lost I'd prolly have a triple c.d., in my deck when
