Texty:
No Use For A Name Other

. I don't want to die or be sent home on a cargo plane, A tag on my toe without my name because I'm one of a million. A million, whoa. How many weapons

hold on the line" There are so many things I'd like to say But your busy all the time She gives us t-shirts, sends us posters Seals them with a smile

Here's another drink to cover every word you say fine excuses, it wasn't you then sorry, my mistake Here comes the part where the stunt double plays

wanna see a nigga blast the glock Niggas don't wanna see a nigga flash the rocks And pop up in the flashy drop - motherfuckers Niggas know me, Loon's a gunslinger Fuck fightin' a

Letcha battle with death for the prize of life I learned ta never come empty handed to a gun fight My advesaries feel fright, his last sight Was a flash

feeling I got... Oooo yes I'm in it for the huge yes duplex living like I'm Hugh Heff Every other night I need a blue net for group sex Leaving with a

on this bitch like a spa massage we all know your last name is what got you a job you use to put together gimmicks something like a collage since you

givin no ring Nothin but a pretty little overnight fling Even though she wanna be the queen to my king She ain't nothin but a work for my ginseng Someone

staring at the finish line, looking for a way to start Ia??ve been called everything, an extremist is that a bad thing or what they really mean is anything a nigga do, a