Tekst:
Bill

Well, they put six strings on a maple stick, Stuck it on a slab of ash, Sold one to Luther, threw in a pick, Sent him out with Johnny Cash. Now, could

God has spoke I need a smoke man [Incomprehensible] All these bitches and niggas still hatin' I used to be a baller but now I'm Bill Gaten' Got a list

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone It's not warm when she's away Ain't no sunshine when she's gone She always gone too long anytime she goes away Wonder

Sometimes in our lives We all have pain We all have sorrow But if we are wise We know that there's Always tomorrow Lean on me, when you're not strong

La, la, la La, la I only want to love you Please don?t push me away Let me in your life I wasn?t even there when he hurt you So why should I have to

My friends feel it's their appointed duty They keep trying to tell me here All you want to do is use me But my answer, yeah to all that use me stuff

You can live your life in a crowded city You can walk along a crowded street But the city really ain't no bigger than the friendly People, friendly people

Maybe the lateness of the hour Makes me seem bluer than I am But in my heart there is a shower I hope she'll be happier with him Maybe the darkness of

In the '95, bodies droppin' When you hear my pistol select ya dome, respect that true house Or underground shit, Mr. Bill Collector, Bone Them callin' me Mr. Bill