Cause I'm a hit the topic point blank It's jail ya better keep your shank Cause I got mine And I'm out on a solo creep (Uggga!) Your face hits the concrete
, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck As I commence to wreck Eject another clip and drip sweat Face of danger, increasin' nger Point blank I smoke
loot bitch Im dirty wicked for the bank roles and bad hoes See me lurkin in the shadows the had hoes Got some nickleplatted heavy and loaded Leave a hole in your face
truck Tell someone who gives a fuck My entire World is falling, entire World is falling- Repeat twice How much do they charge in there? Wait a minute, I don't care Ima shoot you in the face
it wouldn't last long) {Thought we'd kill each other off, didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff} (The clowns stick this knife in ya Face) ({Motherfucker
I'm looking for a god I need someone to trust, I try to clear my mind I need some time to think, my mind is going blank Like a tear down on my face, I
don't understand Heh, what you need to do, is.. [Timbaland: repeat 3X] Stop spittin in my face and go talk to them hoes in here C'mon dawg, stop spittin in my face
budge (fuck you) Instead he pulled out a newer thirty-eight snub He clearly had the drop but the boy just paused (hold up) There was somethin in this man's face
the eyes of the young genocides Suicides that are still alive Their success has been so well disguised, yeah And on their face, is a razors blank stare
I gotta shake you off You like a bad habit that I gotta break so I'm taking off Forsaking it all, all in ya face At point blank range don't play with
looking for someone like you. [Chorus] Who could be wiser than someone who knows not at all? That's why I like it. Your face is as blank as a wall. [
wirst pulverisiert von Schulter bis Hirn von Schulter bis Stirn es geht ratatatata ich benutze die gun zum anzunden der Havanna Zigarre blase Rauch in dein face
tomorrow An unexplainable fear is experienced I close my eyes, I feel a soul above I look into his eyes His face... ... My face Is staring at me [Writer
final age! we are, the blank page. and in your name i scream for more. you can't tell what i will say even when it's written on my face, because no ones
I Would be the poison in the pen I use to write You said you were alone in somewhat of a nervous tone I guess it was the blank look on your face that
the block a few times, been beat up by all his friends Learing life is like a maze that never seems to end Like an open book, blank pages left for only
' ya goose I'm like nothin' to you dumpin' the Rug' and your group in a red coog' jump in the Isuzu and cruise blank tints, bulletproof, red Timb boots