Lirieke:
Al B Sure I Want To Know

long way home I used to ill, now I build Rock rhymes like bills(? ) set up to kill When it rains it pours, I got rhymes gallor Like al b., maestro is sure

' talkin' that comeback shit like they cookin' crack Shit I ain't frontin' all I want my pockets Green like slum change you know what I'm sayin'? Front

was said for my parent was a christian I went to school and saw all my friends do it But I said no 'cause I don't want my nose to grow They started tripping

check this out) I don't want you to think that I'm, afraid or shy (uh-uh) Naive I will never be (you know it G) I just want a friend so I can hold her

shape I scrap knives and I take lives Subliminally I encourage teenage suicide When my video is on the box you gets to orderin' People want to know the

I saw these fools tryin' to get around, tryin to let me down And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem drown Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I

a waste of time, you should face reality, yeah I don't want you to think that I'm afraid or shy Naive I would never be, I just want a friend So I can

: I am not crazy, Cooley! HAPGOOD: No, you're crazy. Hapgood. COOLEY: I am not Cooley, I mean - No, I am not crazy, I'm Hapgood! HAPGOOD: Are you sure

Like Al B Sure, shit I'm on my own But there's one thing I'm missing and that's family 'Cause without y'all I don't know where I'd be A big shout out