You Don't Care, About me, Anymore, Thats why you, you wanna break my heart, Into pieces on the floor. If you don't care, About me, Anymore, why do you
show Never worry that is the way that I roll I'm a bad man, what is it let me say again You can try copy like a slave to a trend Nothing they can say and
Sweet sensation I am a man with a heavy heart And I dent onto the pages Writing with automatic self destruction I- It's a blind faith A cruel waste
love to me Just drop me a line And tell me where you'll be I'll be right here If you can find the time Just be sincere Cause I don't have the time And
When my mind stops thinking My eyes stop blinking I hope Somebody's there And my heart stops beating And my lungs stop breathing In air I hope somebody cares When the blood dries in my veins and
, mama They're playin' ur favorite song Turn it On Hey! Oh, Turn it On Hey! (x2) Four of records Nothing's solved Turn it up and loud on Tell off bills
bedroom council flat , the father beats her, but as the time past he disappeared. Six months later and he's back on the scene, He's lost his job and and
if you wanna get on ya feet then holla at me can't sell 'em for ten but I can throw 'em for sixteen I chase that money and I stack that money bitch nigga
the Pita Eat 'em up yum, and your flawed Mutha-fuck Billboard and the editor Here comes the Predator. Check your head for the new style Fuck Lawerence Powell and Presino, Wynd and
through walls, Let the don use it, mix it with orange juice and abuse it Throw your guns in the air and lose it, gangstas and goons wit uzis We underhanded
of content rising spores from a dying world to pollute and chase away what's left Sun-white pulverised desert stone and serpentine lizard mouths Pales
her ass To climax I come up with a nab The game don't stop Legit ballers bending up the block Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props Sucking and
the past grimmly That could've been me, explodes out on 41st and 10th street Through all the pap grease and street chases Sudden raids and confrontations
I sit back and laugh at you, Cause you're hardheaded like a statue but I still shake your hand And pat you on your chest And congrate you on your success
us I need chicks to lust, smoke my weed mixed wit dust Go ahead and let your crew soup you up In the ambulance, gon' have to come and scoop you up Fuck
I'm done bein famous Explain shit? I have made my way And you are just a stain b*tch You will fade away And I only leave my house to paper chase Yep,
black like the playin' for da Raiders, And ya music isn't favored, and DJ's they neva bring it back like when you go and borrow somethin' from ya neighbor
make me cool And we would both rule Forever And I would never feel pain And never be without pleasure Ever Again And if the rain stops, and everythings
