We don't need ropes to climb the walls anymore My mind is stronger than it was before Man up Man up [x2] So man up Yeah, man up Man up
Drown all your innocence While you try to make amends You forgot to do it right So just lay me down and die Fill my bed with roses Close my weary eyes
Oh, you don't know who i am i put my name in the sand Oh, get some dirt and rub it on your hands Living is a waste of time if you don't do anything
Be, Be the charming type, Take off your gloves and show what they hide, Please, please my naked wrists, With your hands and fingertips And please, baby
only way I get blue balls is if a bitch had blue lipstick You broke rob more blocks Cause you ain't got to know how to break dance to wind up on a cardboard
: AMBER, TAMMY & SHELLY Hey look out for that moving van Driving down our streets You better lock up your man Before he meets The New Girl in Town AMBER
nigga damn near masturbated But I waited I told myself that I would quit Fuckin with ya, after I can tell all my friends that I hit But now its Blue Ball
much they call me a drifter Sometimes I stick up a thumb just to hitch hike Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 mile and Van Dyke And steal a
I see is murder murder, my mind state Murder, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill! (2x) Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand Went up
It wasn't nuttin for her to be smoked (for her to be smoked) [Eminem] Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand Went up in Eastland and shot
do my two-step Yeah I'm bad leg trappin, bring it to your front stop Now I'm on Y-65, just got off I-10 In the handicap van, fill it up with midgets man
a problem, it's man on man You don't need a gang to solve em I seen the greatest thing I seen in my life Two brothers in a straight up fist fight Nobody
that van rolls up, man they ain't glancin' That window rolls down and that trey .8's dancin' And them shooters don't miss homie, man they hate chancin
I walked in, I smelled incense chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses and lipstick marks on like three empty Coronas A pair of blue jeans on the carpet
They just don't understand, youknowImean? Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man Yknahmean? Niggaz don't understand the four devils: Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy Wicked niggaz man
little Wrap up the whole rap government [Method Man] Go head, ya'll floss wit it Walk wit, I slap your boss wit it Navy blue, New York fitted, I'm cold
the Polo man wearing blue and tan in a blue and tan Avalanche [T.I.] Jackers never had a chance sat them in the ambulance they hopped out the van and
