You're not a man, anymore, 'Cuz you lose control How do you feel, when you hit her?! Maybe you should die!!! [2x] You should say a pray That she's put
no business Everybody has a comment on how you do things But if you don't know where you're going You have to go back and see where you came from In darkness
heard a man exclaim, "Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame." But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, "We're not
get And nigga's love it, not in the physical form but in the mental I spark and they cells get warm, I'm not a gentle Man, I'm a Method Man Baby accept
Some say he was a good man But Lord I think he sinned, yeah Twenty-two years of mental tears Cries a suicidal Vietnam vet Who fought a losing war on a
heard a man exclaim "Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame" But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said," We're not
face Paint around the empty space Find a man that can provide Try and fill the hole inside With a family and a home Tell yourself you're not alone Keep
you know the truth, you just don't wanna face it Your life is empty, though you havin' fun You never satisfied, you never get enough You go from thrill
you tell 'em where you live Say "shh...", say "shh.." And if you know this is where you wanna raise your kids Say "shh...", say "shh.." If you're from
you think, it's more than that, more than that Happy man, happy man doing the best he can, doing the best he can Happy man, happy man doing the best
did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy
, you understand me? It's not about the nice guy It's bout the hardworkin motherfuckin Thug nigga If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't really doin nothin
when you're dead you're gone Your family comes to your grave And with tears in their eyes They tell you, you did something wrong, you left us alone
, you ain't goin' FA 'Cause 'Face said so, puffin on the L.A. (Ti do) You a trash ass nigga slash garbage ass rhymer You switched from the raw to a chart
chosen not to drain the godsent child, a gift from the skies of life divine. Now we know. A glimpse of hope grow inside, a change of tide. The offspring
, St. Ides, Old English, and Guiness Stout Once a man twice a boy with a choice of vice or voice of spite Not enough poisons to pick to enjoy this life
'n As we're tumbling Always down Go slow On the torture-show Go slow Always down Fear not what you can't see The pulse, the pain, the ecstasy A hollow space an empty grave
that rappin' don't mean a thang, and this is a gun, and this is your grave/ Rest In Peace you're not feelin' me/ Truly Mr. Leatherface, I dedicate
