all up on each other, ain't a damn thing change My girls can't tell me nothing, I'm gone in the brain I'm all up under him like it's cold, winter time
but I'm a keep my head up like a big dogg get this money, fuck these hoes and say fuck all y'all I gotta heart I'm a man I can get serious but I'm chasin
that the cope out the drought Fuck with a nigga money, that ain't how it go in the south That how the fuck you get caught up and ain't a way out I think
sky will be painted black? there's no such thing as a starless night, you're right. maybe i just can't see. she said, "regret is a fancy name for a selfish
time but finally the cash was mine all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind Look around and all I see is snakes and faces like scavengers waitin' to take a
a killer but my instinct gives a bad type wont even acetate to wipe away a cops life some times I want to cry but a man will never shed a tear I fight
I know you like pumps and boots I like jeeps and coupes, so I grind all the time, just gimme some loot I put a spell on you, I like to call it a spell
I will bust your medulla That's a bullet hole, it is not a tumor Red like red like stop your rumors I stay on track like a box of Pumas Now just r-r-
: (Graham Russell) Another Day Has Come and Gone They Fade Away Like Winter Sun I Should Have Felt, What I Didn't See I Should Have Known, That You
bleed Just don't know why Suicide appeals to me The Quiet Room Is sterilized and white It's like a tomb With just a moth stained naked night Plastic
think it?s kind of crappy What you did this holiday? When I gave you my heart, you ripped it apart Like a wrapping paper trash So I wrote you a song,
gives my heart a sudden chill. I preserve them in formaldehyde to gaze upon at will. How their greenish flecks befell me that starlit winter's night, how
of that hated sun burning the sky. Slumped like a headless scarecrow, cold and limp against the wall. Blood paints a pattern of Rorschach's design, thawing the winter
: They ask me how I feel And if my love is real And how I know I'll make it through. And they, they look at me and frown, They'd like to drive me from
some other day, You sound like a hillbilly; We want folk singer here." Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play, Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a
C] [Chorus: Thin-C & Krayzie Bone] Everybody wanna sound like, sound like, sound like Bone, Bone, Bone! Everybody wanna rap like, rap like, rap like
that nigga that got a pistol but he still gon' shoot, cos' he a hoe, like halfa' these niggas is rappin', ima' let you know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a
