Texty:
Off With Their Heads Why Can T I Let You Go

I wish I could say that I liked the change. I wish I could take it back, But dealing with pride is a skill I lack. And I wish that I could let you go

guess who done it and I promised I would put you on point I'm disappointed in you, dog, you ain't hold it down at all But I ain't going near ya jaw,

can't take us all Let's get along with the Mexicans And we can all have peace on the sets again Imagine that if it took place Keeping the smile off their

F bitch I can say what I please Swagger so cold it stay when I leave I see you little dogs just shaking out fleas I kill dogs like I'm making chinese

who been ridin with me since day one It's why I walk the streets with pride, you niggaz know how I shit it It's why I rep it thorough for all the fans

Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you shocked Why not? You see the recipe Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie [Keith Murray] I'm from C-I, L-I

I-I say to him, I say, "Hey, you want me to help you with that?" And Marty, he just rolls his eyes And goes, "No, I want you to cut off my arms and legs

let the pump, pump go pow Take my style, let me show you how I go wild Now you playin' with a fully grown man With a fully blown plan, with a fully

came and took control of your mind And you can't think you got a hole in your mind You dyin' and can't nobody bring you out your coma When this nigga