to stop All this pillow talk is nothing more than talking shop When I came here tonight my pockets were overflowing They took my return ticket without
stop All this pillow talk is nothing more than finally talking shop When I came here tonight my pockets were overflowing They took my return ticket without
accusative look that says My Dark Life. Robber men await you then in each beguiling alley To shake you and to pierce you and remind you of My Dark Life
upside down im all for america fuck this goverment tell that seat delouris tuck a slut to suck a dick mutha fucker duck what the fuck son of a bitch take away my
Im lovin it I shovelled shit all my life And now im dumpin it on Chorus WHITE AMERICA I could be one of ur kids WHITE AMERICA Little erik looks
t wanna be drinkin', drowned in my own inequity But fucked that I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me And clutch my nuts sack and spit all who pick at
life, it's a hard life It's a very hard life It's a hard life wherever you go And we poison our children with hatred And the hard life is all that they
was our sweet song's name And when I got to America, I say it blew my mind And when I got to America, I say it blew my mind The Negro was my hero and
think about my little nephew My young nigga, Joe Roc, and all the little niggaz Walkin' the bloody trail, followin' the footsteps of this hell We call America
Way too grim Bitch get smacked with the tech 9 When I holla out real life plus respect mine Crime is life, and life is crime But what will life be without a real life
niggas, dead bodies, premeditated. Born and brought up in Detroit street educated, Everything I do in this life is still drug related. Do my dirt by my
are the men who lead the crime families of America. I control 26,000 men. Except for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized crime. And if there
trife will reunite again [Kuniva] America Owns, Without a fucking care in my dome Bearin' my bones, so far away staring at home Stay at my zone,
: Nobody likes you... Everyone left you... They're all out without you... Having fun... Where have all the bastards gone? The underbelly stacks up ten
and leap from its pain and paint one city block within my unedible fate it goes.... i can?t taste it... take a look at my life take a look at my love take a look at my
all that bass I'm running with a southwest street gang And I never let my southwest meat hang Cuz you know what ICP's all about Take a brick off the street
I sleep Be afraid kill 'em to be safe I don't need society down for life foul & trife Ill Bill dirty rotten imbecil down to fight Give me my taxes back
sick of people, sick of places Sick of all these ugly faces And my mind is claustrophobic I've become agoraphobic I am now petrified to go outside And the life