For your sake You've taken lights out of my eyes Stealing my heart Burning my love Ripping my soul A black mark that means Dead and gone Mercy on me Cruelty
your sake You've taken lights out of my eyes Stealing my heart Burning my love Ripping my soul A black mark that means Dead and gone Mercy on me Cruelty
Chinchilla and buy some momma for your head On the block i'm from niggas be damned near 40 and still tuckin And niggas baby mommas is pregnant and still
was a cat that really was gone RA RA RASPUTIN Russia's greatest love machine It was a shame how he carried on (Spoken:) But when his drinking and lusting and
and tells me it's too hard to handle all the pain the pain of wanting more and me wanting the same I throw on my shoes I run outside and she's gone all
media machine A male caucasian with a gun had gone berserk in Queens The area had been sealed off, the kids sent home from school Fourteen people lying dead
I hope they come home soon Cuz I'm waiting in the bedroom I'm gone and I ditched the ride And left the dead Wilsons inside Jetting and I'm hopping fences
head." I said, "That's the blueprint left by the coal. A little more and I'd been dead. Well, I love the rumble and I love the dark. I love the cool
you start with Assumption, that a million people are smarter than 1 Serotonin's gone she gave up drifted away Sara fled though process gone She left her answering machine
_Party and Bullshit_ We used to +Fuck R&B Bitches+ and see who rhyme sickest For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out _Machine Gun Funk
peeks and low blows Where X's mark spots and kitchens mark O's Where love is gon' getcha and hate is gon' snitch ya And fingers squeeze triggers like
and low blows Where X's mark spots and kitchens mark O's Where love is gon' getcha and hate is gon' snitch ya And fingers squeeze triggers like boa constrictors
toppa toppa Bwoy disrespect and him get alot a coppa (WHAT!!!) Dem should a know seh machine we nuh lock a chat tuff and yuh head a roll pon di ground
and he answers the phone Or I get your machine and I don't hear me When I lie in my bed with the thoughts in my head When we danced and we sang and
me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me The art of gone, and heart of stone, and own's worst
the cops now I's no dummy get yo bread on but if you go the wrong route then you will get your head gone that's why I got capablity's to stack some
prison And being sick is better than being dead 'Cause when you sick and in bed, you're indebted to meds Cloned chickens walking around without heads