ترانه:
Good Old War I Get No Time

you don't even want to talk I just don't get it I just don't get it I want to be around, you know? But you're making it too hard I get no time with

, all alone I give love to my homies, then I bounce the fuck home Bodyguards are something that I just don't do Cause if I'm after you black, I'm gonna

for blue or for blow I guess From Bankhead at the old projects No more stress, now I'm straight Now I get it, now I take time to think Before I make

can delt with frontin and hatin, see I'm polishin, plus I'm cool, yea I'm a thug, yea I'm a fool, I love the game and I love the rules, if you cross the

Way down, way down I'm taking a swig of the 'burb word Downing my fifth and I swerve Drunk as I bend on the curb Get up to purchase some herbs To ease

crime rate I ain't lookin? for a job, fuck workin? the part time When we could come up on some dough With good combs and slang dimes I see this all the Goddamn time

I had a bum time, though it was fiesta. I-I-I-I-I-I-I! When he turned the light down low he said, "Oh Miss Vickie, I, I want you so." I was a forced

I went from bashful to asshole to international Lover-self, word to the mother on my last record cover it's felt Now deal wit it Chorus: Bilal I wanna get into it Let's do this I

-she got) Bunz, bunz bunz (she got...) I like big bunz and I can not lie (lie) So if you got some and I see you walk by (by) Imma get up tap you say