Texty:
No One Goes Home The End

This goes out to the beautiful girls Which one of y'all, which, which one Which, which one of y'all Which one of y'all goin' home with Trigga? I see

we ever wanted to say Was chased erased and then thrown away And day to day we live in a daze We march all around til' the sun goes down night children

Everything I say everybody tryna diss 'em Everybody playin him, truth be told The last n-gga ever let the truth be told And oh Mos Def ran to my home

only knows he's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water

It's a small world Nigga you reap what you sow What goes around, comes around If you sleep you don't know A very small world Where beef could never end

goes off And I jizz in my pants Open my window and a breeze rolls in And I jizz in my pants When Bruce Willis was dead at the end of Sixth Sense I jizzed

am gone Yeah, we ready, back up in 'em with nothin' but the harmony rhythm Hard hittin' flows all we give 'em Flows that spit venom, no cop, there goes the end

the house until the thunder storms slacks off Look at my nightstand and pick the paper back up Nostradamus, I'm readin' chapter, after chapter Predictions of the end

This goes out to the beautiful girls Which one of y'all, which, which one Which, which one of y'all Which one of y'all goin' home with Trigga? I see