down the streets without using my feet all i need is to switch on my tv set 20 kinds of shit to chose from and wait living in my room and i don't feel
'd have to be like you And stay everynight locked in my house and scared. It's something in my head It keeps me burning inside and keeps me going my way
off my chest, It's in your best interest, I keep my self control but i'm scared inside, Put that gun away no one wants to die, I see my life flash by
gun off my chest, It's in your best interest, I keep my self control but i'm scared inside, Put that gun away no one wants to die, I see my life flash
I'd have to be like you And stay everynight locked in my house and scared. It's something in my head It keeps me burning inside and keeps me going my
walking down the streets without using my feet all i need is to switch on my tv set 20 kinds of shit to chose from and wait living in my room and i don
: There?s a fire starting in my heart Reaching a fever pitch, it?s bringing me out the dark Finally I can see you crystal clear Go head and sell me
that somebody screaming... It wasn't me for sure I lift my head up from uneasy pillows Put my feet on the floor Cut my wrist on a bad thought And head
2003 black Hummer, H2O 450's, DVD, XBox TV's Mouths drop, I come through, heads turn, eyes buck Like whoa, who that is, he burnin up [Chorus] [B.G.]
me act bad I know you gon' let me go off, let me show my ass I know you gon' let me show off, make haters mad Got game to make your wife cheat, give me head
Ain't that cold? I heard a nigga, downed my nigga My partna just paged me and say they found my nigga It's a bust back thang can't be no hoes I got a
fire burns brightly, take care or you get hurt Flames kiss you goodnight, in our world you cry. Ashes is what?s left behind, you?re dead in my head, in
fuck myself Fuck myself I wanna fuck myself I like the way it fits in my hand Feel the cum through my burning head I like to fly it on my chest I fuck
m a beast,*boss*, gangster, goon Grab my knife, my gun, my vest It's on, Lay a nigger on his lawn, Versace style, Got my 44 alone in my Versace now Hold my
nigga Hoe pimping all day bitch, this ain't a hobby My name Tony, not Paul McCartney I'm in a 7 star suite, Dutchin' my haze Remote in my hand, model bitch on my
m from [Lloyd Banks:] I'm from New York City Eyes on the prize Dodging the worm I'll fry your head like a project perm Bullets burn My right hands
