Another night, a rampage is about to begin. Too much of everything, feeding this life of sin. Want it all, taking more, just another trip I've done
you've suffered this so long Darkness crowds your light, now you sleep your days away Tortured by the drugs yet there is no other way How do you feel?
should stay. You're wrapped in lies, so pack your things, get on your way Chorus 2 And I can't face you with your angry smile, out to get your way. And
blame, how do i forgive these thoughts of life, that i've lead in shame. If i could just fight away the time from my mind and let my head escape, to find a way
Somethings here, its so real, I can feel it this time Your threats to leave make me want to say goodbye I do this all to express whats inside of me;
G. bout bustin heads On the real B.G. killin chopters Look in the sky flyin by it's hellicopters *on the real* Picture I hang words with a nigga off the other
for a way out Five days in this muthafuckin attic Can't use the cell phone, I keep gettin static Dyin cause they lyin instead of tellin us the truth Other
my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth I can't stand no sneaker-wearin
they punk ass out! One way or the motherfuckin other This old motherfuckin nigga in the South told me nigga It's more than one way to skin a cat It's
all the players watch the fly way a nigga played her The bitch is tellin all her homies -- that I can fuck her like no other now them other bitches wanna
add last three lines again 3rd occurance: repeat first five lines twice 4th occurance: repeat first five lines twice 5th occurance: second to fifth line, first to fifth
s? Clear from the cops no time for no baby crimes Pushin' them drops you know the Mercedes kind The most hated And anticipated Since N.W.A. Clear the way
in high school Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken Gotta get paid we in the kitchen Cooking up grade and baby go on go grym Hold on, motherfucking gun Another fifth
First angel says "Go on and love her" Second angels says "Ain't you tired of being alone?" Third angel says "Do the right thing, meat" Fourth angels says "Check that other
Hey Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" about that guy who coulda saved that other
? That type of crap'll make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other or maybe you just need to treat her
hate And tryin' to figure out what happened to 'Germaine Propaine' "He couldn't have fell off that hard" Ain't no way "What happened to the way you
'll feel sorry") Nahwhatimean? We about to get it popping, let's go! Yo! Yo! [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Get your nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
