aloud of seeing you soon I came home from day at the mill I came home and cared for you the year that we lived in secret fire I took my razor blade
Translation: The Gun Club. Secret Fires.
to be, I'm already hot All about cake, Betty Crock' and spit ready rock They know my bar came venom in a bezzie rock Kicked from fight club, outfit from
' now? Up in the club my thugs, better let em out.. Battle Axe rocks the set. Son, Check it out! We don't stop rockin', neck poppin', We got the club
Winter on the Americas catch you in the snow winter's day who would think fires burning out would ever go to the same place, but, the sadness slightly
yo (Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son [Verse 1] Yo, I'm rap's dirty little secret that they try to keep quiet Till you dropped off your label and your A&R fired
see all of my live nigga's carry on now Oh see how I be gettin' so passionate I get a thrill even when I bust my gun off by accident The God bless glory
you with the curse of ?Jevron? Broken arms, shattered glasses, whipped asses I advise you to tell us where the cash is Itchy fingers cause nothing but gun fire
cease fire from a street called Desire The sire, disturbin' the peace with c-ciphers Who dare comes amongst and tries to peep it The secret of the deadly
a gun was just half of the battle Heart like a gun was just half of the battle Like Adam and Eve we took bite on the apple Heart like a gun was just
blood-red suns final rays With after night solo shadow plays Into the world we started to run Like bullets from a gun With passion and desire Like two burning balls of fire
faggot niggaz all on my dick With a heart full of fire, I ain't givin' an inch Take my kindness for weakness, ain't life a bitch Staten Isle's best secret
about my life Write a novel about it and its guaranteed to stir the hype Like they say don?t judge a book by its cover There?s secrets in the dark that
the curse of ?Jevron? Broken arms, shattered glasses, whipped asses I advise you to tell us where the cash is Itchy fingers cause nothing but gun fire
ready for this... [Inspectah Deck] Chrome dips beamin off July sun rays Trees are fade, blendin with the side burn shades Cotton club status, clientel
