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letra de huff & puff - us3

you say you pack mad guns and ain’t afraid to use it
killed over fifty people
but only in your music
i know a few died laughing listening to it
the truth is you couldn’t prove it
foolish excuses
you say you aren’t scared of dying, always fighting
i say you aren’t violent it’s just a part of your
rhyming
you say you’re hard as iron with the heart of a lion
i say you have no heart but right about the lyin’ part
you make lying an art and you’re da vinci
painted a perfect picture and still couldn’t convince
me
it’s so lifelike
but nothing like your life
got sliced with a knife shot twice in one night
they should write a book about you, the stuff you been
through
you grew up in a zoo, had a few black and blues
you say go and ask your crew they’ll say that it’s true
i believe it happened too
just not to you

you’re huffin, puffin, ain’t sayin nothin’
you say this and that
i say you’re just bluffin
you’re huffin, puffin, ain’t sayin nothin’
you say this and that
i say you’re just frontin’

you say you’re from the street every chance that you
could
yeah, main street, fans just misunderstood
you say you stood on the corner always up to no good
you say you’re so hood
i say you’re so hollywood
that’s where you rub elbows with the movers and the
shakers
heaven knows you’ll get exposed sooner or later
you say “i’m a hater”
i say you’re a faker
you say you’re a gangster
i say only on paper
it’s pathetic, i bet that you never been arrested
you say you got a record
yeah, your label pressed it
they’re just protecting an image in which they invested
you’re just a method actor being badly directed
you’re studying your lines and put em in a rhyme
you never did time all your crimes were in your mind
and where’d you find that nine, a five and dime?
put down that toy you look like a cowboy

now here’s an open letter to the president
you say it’s under control, i’m not yet convinced
ever since 9/11 you’ve been tryin to get em
soldiers dying left and right trying to find your
weapons
here’s my suggestion, fight your own battles
put your life on the line so we won’t have to
you say you’re patriotic, i say neurotic
but when asked about it you try to change the topic
you say “have you forgotten” we finally got him
who saddam? what happened to bin laden?
you say you been loyal but you been spoiled
people dying for you on foreign soil in this fight for
oil
i mean freedom, we know the reason, don’t believe him
let’s go impeach him, guilty of treason
for leading lambs to slaughter
but won’t answer for the sons and daughters
but still tell reporters lies your daddy taught ya

you’re huffin, puffin, ain’t sayin nothin’
“sorry no questions”
and no weapons of m-ss destruction
you’re huffin, puffin, and still ain’t find nothin’
so why you got your finger on the b-tton?

- us3

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