Keep it on the down low, Nobody else had to know, How we had our freak shows Sipping on froze Margaritas we kept it hot like heaters Sneakers, I guess you could call us creepers We both had beepers, secret codes Tap them in, see what's happening Hit me back about 10, I meet you down in the west end, This girl was foxy Had ill na na Loved it when she called me pa pa Ha Ha But she was married to the mob man, chances were slim She sleeping with my, he thought she was faithful to him She fell deep deeper deeper in love, It was supposed to be a secret, she slipped up and told her cuz Now me and big dude standing face to face He got back up for days, crew all over the place, But betrayal out ways it all, a quick phone call, Even in front of my eyes, I couldn't believe what I saw
He was rollin, strollin, had entire business that he was controlling Illegal though, he thought nothing could stop his cash flow Connect with the Po Po, cruised a 4X4 Cherokee, dropped, deep dished, chromed out, Twelve's, twitters, amp, His sh*t was loud, Diamonds and pearls Trips around the world, He had stocks and bonds saved up for his little baby girls He was flying high, but wanted to fly higher Had a million dollars worth a crack looking for the next buyer He found them, and they found him too Good deal turned sour, what's he supposed to do, Early in the morning, they got him out on the bridge, He only thought about the money, never about them little kids Running the streets, trying to get bigger, Now he's staring down the barrel of the nine Pull the trigger.
Fed up with the slums, school had you stressed You gave it your best, you still flunked every test Next decision, you had to make with precision If you slip up on this one you get cut like an incision But the choice was yours, ARMY, Momma cried as you said your last good byes You told us that you wanted to be all you can be WAR, that sh*t is history, Until you found yourself in the heat of the battle fighting Gas, guns, grenades, bombs igniting, Back at home mom and dad, whole family waited Check the news every evening to catch the latest Hoping and praying we would see you again, Worried as hell asking forgiveness for your sins, Then the day came, we got the letter in the mail What's war good for? It's hard to tell.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
