tracks of my tears keep on freezin' I'm melting the cold in the halls I feel like I'm drownin' There's no one around And now I'm just climbing the walls
Get it, I don?t need your words to blind my mind get out of my sight with your sickness with your ill fake sight you always wanted to be just like
of this world alive we?re here to thank jesus oh we?re just tools of a freakness we are just such lost fools oh we?re just tools of a freakness it won
I brought this all on my self Condemned to suffer alone, like there's nobody else When your gone, it's like a whole part of me's missing So I'll keep living the lie and just
learn in the ways of me You?ve always got to say something, I?m none of your concern but you won't listen at all You know i?d rather say nothing, and just
That i'll always be gone You know I've got you, like a puppet in the palm of my hand, don't you let me down (don't you let me down) So run like hell
me girly how's your edge? You've got nothing better to do I know why you can't see straight I thought you were better than this but you're just like
real, this is no competition to me. Even if everyone around you acts like they don't see. (Ohhh!) Is anybody else listening? Outta sight outta mind is what you'll always
set this right cause everything has been You're not the person that I knew back then Lets try and act like this didn't happen You something your friends like
showed me how to neva be a broke n***a, I'll never be a quitter, always be a winner, I'm in the hood growin like a rainbow ni***a. [Hook:] It feels good
ever don't it, right chyea, live and in living color (I know you ain't gon do nothing, get em) [Verse 1: B.G.] It's like B. Gizzle, the world wide ghetto
show (New Orleans) You know the underdog always do it big [Mannie Fresh] Waaaaannnnhhh, it's the comeback kid [B.G.] I'm getting money, looking good, just
so hard - so hard) gotta get up on my grind 'cause I'm runnin out of time (it's like I'm runnin out of time) well my momma always told me only the strong
street I'm thugged all the way out And I'm bout whatever you bout I keep it all the way real Tell it just how it is You don't like it that's ya problem
Serge Me and mah niggaz making' the same ol' wish To be like Pac, and fuck with Smith bitch Nigga mouth always be the reason the Feds hit Them soft niggaz always
conspiracy, asking myself why did I say that? I know better, I can sniff a snitch out Just as quick as I can bat a bitch and pull my dick out Just as
-13 got a little girl I treat like it's for me and a lot of hoes conversation It's B.G and L.T. Never had a friend like him He never had a friend like
you right You dog me I dog you (Fo' show) [B.G.] I'm from tha streets I've been hot all my life So free bitches and hot girls is all I like Gotta be