a real style Where you from The Ow Thats Staten Isle love no doubt Oh God he had a take bout a hundred Some strange nigga thought he had arranged God gone
mi friend dem mi salute Daddi gon and Lenny Screw Another year has come and past Man a drop like morning dew Uncle Warrick sick and gone When him couldn
in black All except when 'neath the trees of Eden The savage soldier sticks his head in sand And then complains Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone
[Che:] Oh what a circus, oh what a show Argentina has gone to town Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron We've all gone crazy Mourning all day
sins of politics, the politics of sin The heartlessness that darkens my soul On Christmas Red and silver on the leaves Fallen white snow runs softly through the trees Madonnas
away The madonna is there, stripped naked and bare on the door, she will show you the way.) Our boys have gone away, our boys Our boys have gone away
niggaz is butt Go through they projects and they jewels is tucked I'm in apartment 4B, wipin' down the llama With two freaks kissin' like, Britney and Madonna
on that pretty shit that high saditty shit (What) (Yea) They want me to trick, I ain't P. Diddy, bitch I'm gone show 'em now I'm gone show 'em how (
or rob you on your boulevard Bet you never thought for a second, niggaz'd pull your card God I'm on my job, scarred since my nigga gone HP tatted on
either that or rob you on your boulevard bet you never thought for a second niggaz would pull your ????? i dont know about y'all star, 'cause my nigga gone
plays it like a theme song. Kissed a girl and liked it, now she's swearin' off the ding dong. Back and forth like ping pong, she really strictly dicky, now Madonna
who I was She' gonna do whatever just to be a star A lot about livin' and a little 'bout love I think that girl has gone a little bit too far. 4. Well
No sound ever comes from the Gates of Eden The savage soldier sticks his head in the sand and then complains Unto the shoeless hunter who's gone deaf
A gangster in a hotub in the midst of drama The bullets hit the water, make it look just like a sauna Some holla for Madonna, man Some holla for they
could fifty, sixty, seventy be? I saw the lights, and I was on my way And how I lived, how they shone But how soon the lights were gone [Che:] The choice
Sometimes, it's hard to love someone Till the day, that they are gone And I just had a dream, the other night I was married to the Queen, and Madonna
don't help, they just spend your wealth Then they gone in the wind, when you lone, you help How the things keep their churn, smellin' like urine Gone