lights down low) And the hi fi high (hi fi high) Put the lock on the door, pull the curtains too Don't want the world to know, I'm getting close to you
: There's talk about some people That maybe you know The heroes and the villains And the places that they know The highest and the finest The lowest
What They Do, Just Rock To The Rhythm Of Me, Dont Care About What They Think, Just Lay Back And Ride The Beat (Oooweee) [Verse 1: Marcel] Girl Move Close
the night away. Through the line, close your eyes, Let these worlds collide. Hear my scream, Like a flame dance the night away. Through the line, close
Disrupting systematic all the functions of life. Die, die, die, my swollen dream. Cry, cry, my broken child. Death close our eyes. Until the ground cuddles
tears Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer to embrace
Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai Tryin it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high Visions of
like you really bad-ass, nigga you scary I been knowin you for years, we was high school peers, in junior high I was itchin to kill, and you was, ready
Given that she is or not Time ain't on her side Mama's just a little girl (Mama's just a little girl) She gotta hold her head up high [Verse 2:
, waiting for death Dear God I been feeling like I'm close to Jesus Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking trees Keep my eyes on my foes, those close
: Me and my closest road dogz To my dog named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby The return of the mashers, you know how we do it Hahaha! [2Pac] Shit
and touch 'em all They panic and bitches duckin, I rush 'em and fuck 'em all I'll probably be an old man before I understand why I had to live my life with pistols close
me I pull ya hair while we fuckin in the chair, when ya lovin me Up against the wall, you can have it all; just try Bet my kiss, can get you high, don
I pull ya hair while we fuckin in the chair, when ya lovin me Up against the wall, you can have it all; just try Bet my kiss, can get you high, don't
the death of a true thug Tell me will my ni**az mourn me? Gettin blowed out High, watch me murder the bird, before he testify Strikes, walkin close to
innocent That died young At Columbine High Rest in Peace (Oklahoma) Outlawz Lil' young Xzandafer Tasha, all them All the fallen kids The dead babies The closed
be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets Even on the other side brothers die, but ride ni**az get high off a slow form of suicide Hide the closest
Chorus Fuck all y'all 2x Verse 2 I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use cause I'm a hopeless thug Ain't no love reminiscing on how close