You! Yes, you! Stand still laddy When we grew up and went to school There were certain teachers who would Hurt the children any way they could By pouring their derision Upon anything we did Exposing every weakness However carefully hidden by the kids But

Two's up, two's down You stub it out before I finish On my arm and I scream out “wow!” Nicotine, can’t quit it How's business this morning? Pretty good Shoot the messenger, string 'em up She’s a 10 plus 10, not enough Mixed messages, wires crossed

Oh, tell me something I don't already know Tell me something, tell me something You don't know nothing, just pretend you do I need something, tell me something new Choose your words 'cause there's no antidote For this curse Oh, what's it waiting for?

Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, Shoot 'em down, She looks so fine Like champagne or wine No one ever gets her Oh ain't she cool Plays us for fools If we want to let her Across the room she sees some buffoon Blown away by her style

I be so paranoid I hear these niggas tryin' to fuck with me Real shit, I know I got enemies I can't let them niggas enter me I ain't scared to die nigga I'll take your life nigga Fuck it shoot 'em down nigga A hundred rounds 'll put you down, nigga

I don't think so I don't feel so bad Wake up call Caught you in the morning with another one in my bed Don't you care about me anymore? Don't you care about me? Six foot tall Came without a warning, so I had to shoot him dead He won't come around here

So close, yet so far away. They met on the dance floor in the old high school gym, He fell like a rock, she kinda liked him. And his heart beat like thunder, as they moved cross the floor, When the music was over, she slipped out of his arms, and out the

Money on the floor just like some shoes Woke up with my toolie, what it do? Meet me in the alley with the troops I got red shooters, I got blue Let that thing down then point at you Bentley or the 'Rari, hoe, let's choose We gon' the rob the bank, bring

With the backlash blues Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you Just who do think I am You raise my taxes, freeze my wages And send my son to Vietnam You give me second class houses And second class schools Do you think that alla

Look for clovers in grassy lawns Search for shooting stars in the night No matter how hopeless It may seem I know I may be wishing