yourself and the ground Would you still want this knowing your heart will break Open doors, I should have walked away from all of your tiny lies Goodbye to your safe hands
We've got the fortune of a curious few Who want all the wantings but fell from the view We're boarding up windows to keep out the night With hands as
: You are my world, my cage My love, my hate My everything!!! When I'm blind you'll take my Hand And lead me safe and sound You are the one who makes
your concept of good Is merely means to an end an easy way to hide oneself A safe place dispels the doubts repeating without efforts a safe place
different time zone your records don't reach us [Verse 8: 50 Cent] When that window roll down and that AK come out You can squeeze your lil hand gun
With 21 Guns To Shoot, Against Your Squad, My Unit Out To Get This Loot, Against All Odds [Tony Yayo:] My Revolvers On My Gucci Belt, Hand On The Metal
to ride with can't even confide with That shit bothers me I wanna bleed them hoes artries I don't feel safe no more You don't leave the keys to the safe
to take your plastic cash your hand reaches out to the phone keep your hands in your pockets charity begins at home keep your hands in your pockets charity begins at home keep your hands
he don't do something it's curtains "Now just hold on," Said the little bomb, "If you were just to hold my hands Then time would stop The plot would flop And jumbo would be safe
: The hands on the clock seem to stick to the face But the seconds are turning to minutes And minutes to days I try not to look at the grin on it's face
go, You've got my hands You've got my hands to hold You've got my hands to hold You've got my hands to hold You've got my hands to hold (Thanks to Megan
she says that ch'yall gotta go now Now I can be an asshole, I can be your man I hold the rest of the night in my hand I could die the right, I could
t keep tha black man down) They got me trapped Can barely walk tha city streets Without a cop harrassing me, searching me Then asking my identity Hands
{?} (damn) I maneuver, in the right lane, quick to push back brains Switchin to the left lane I'm playin my hands And I'm plottin on the fortune,
Dear Lord I live the life of a Thug, hope you understand Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my hand And my hand's on the sixteen-shot, semi-automatic
to come All the virgins in this world will soon have all been raped None of our hands are clean of this we are all the ones to blame It's never safe
school Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma I hit her with the llama to get this kick There is the coke, the cash, the combo and the safe
