You Ain't Really! - BSF Dillinger

No we can't just be friends Every door that I'm closing You keep cracking open We've said all we need to say And started walking different ways Now we gotta keep going 'Cause it ain't really over If you're coming over staying all night long And you can't really hate me If all you hate is spending time alone, yeah No it ain't really over 'Til we're over us Girl it's always killing me To see your low-rise Lucky jeans Leaving every morning after You play the part of acting tough But I can tell it tears you up So let's just let this unravel 'Cause it ain't really over If you're coming over staying all night long And you can't really hate me If all you hate is spending time alone, yeah No it ain't really over 'Til we're over us This off and on Drunk phone call Kinda love just isn't us Let's hang it up and carry on 'Cause it ain't really over If you're coming over staying all night long And you can't really hate me If all you hate is spending time alone, yeah No it ain't really over 'Til we're over us No it ain't really over Until we're over us

Is the can half diseased or is the disease half canned? And is the man half machine or is machine half man? I'm unretrofied for you Is the can half diseased or is the disease half canned? Or is the man half machine or the machine half man? I'm unretrofied for you, so come on, so come on I'll just fake it in the end Just save it for a new song and leave dead in the end Time is wasted in the end Wood paneled wagon carpool dragons killing me again Now they're looting our holes until there is nothing left Calloused intentions it seems cowards invention at best I'm unretrofied for you Now they're looting our holes until there is nothing left Calloused intentions it seems cowards invention at best I'm unretrofied for you, so come on, so come on I'll just fake it in the end Just save it for a new song and leave dead in the end Time is wasted in the end Wood paneled wagon carpool dragons killing me again We're all dead Jesus can't play the music 'cause he's nailed to the cross And over gnawed off feet I find that I can't walk I can't walk I can't even walk I'll just fake it in the end Just save it for a new song and leave dead in the end Time is wasted in the end Wood paneled wagon carpool dragons killing me again I'll just fake it in the end Just save it for a new song and leave dead in the end Time is wasted in the end Wood paneled wagon carpool dragons killing me again We're all dead

Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash Double up the dough, double my money Let it can boil and bubble, get a grip ain't nothin funny You can't survive, off no conversation wit words Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go flip some birds Hand me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast My first words are my last I got a platoon, mask, and armor suits First infiltry of riders on a global pursuit Parachute and jump, held high on a stump Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the hunt The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers Automatics rang out, you left dead nigga wit yo brains out Walk back to the porch, wit some salt to wash the stains out Murders my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery Wow daz a safari, in a p??? Pay the cops off as I peel out and jet It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with tecks Nigga we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant Now when the nine goes click, yo ass wasn't shit Get out your war tactics, get at you get the job done One gun you hung, seven bullets in your lungs Struggle with heron and I'll tell you apart Through my veins and through my heart That's when the drama will start Nigga gimme what you got, let off some more shots Run through what you got, destroy yo block Got a dealings ever ever was your spot When the nine goes pop, that's when yo homeboys drop The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers I seen it befo' 44's explode Nigga's fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo' The hoes like, do what the fuck ever a nigga say It's like this everyday on the streets of L.A Gotta a lumberjack the size of a tank I'm a hammerhead with a hammer the size of a tank Every heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us The gangsta gang muthafucka, its on dawn to dust Well nigga wonder what we doing, it ain't really nothing to us Plus you ain't nothin' to us, you can't do nothing to us (noooo) I represented and presented the bloodbath Feel the wrath, we get what you had you get stabbed We grab for the oppurtunities that'll soon to be a chance At the eulogy, I knew you be dead, while in prison Making critical decisions, to the brain to his neck Goes 27 inches for tellin' the snitches The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers