a single one got through... Please, Give me something; Something to hold on to. Give me something, That links me to you. Give me something; Something to hold on
that you'll believe that every waking day we find will reveal an open door you turned my life around but I don't need you anymore we risked our lives on
keep you in this place. And I know you think those pretty eyes are nothing much to see, but beauty's running wild on your face. Yeah, beauty's running wild on
wait till your heads locked & trap the blame back on you why wont you believe me? because I keep staring at my shoes I try and move closer & open the floodgates locked on
Here I sit,, The world upon my shoulder, Think I'd cry without a love to keep me warm. And I'm sure The faithfulness grows older, I'm as useful as a broken
My hearts on fire I've said these words a thousand times The bathroom mirror stopped and smiled So take my pulse and hose me down My hearts on fire Cause when you're standing on
on these tired eyes. And I was drinking too much, Only the person who would fall by a single touch. You screamed at me Why?, And I blamed it on these
I never I never meant to say you were a thorn in either side, It was a side effect from the scars on the fourty-fives. And as the vital mistakes, it reminds
wrote Takin off my coat, clearing my throat Chorus: Method Man I got my mind made up, come on... [come on] get in get in too [get on it] let it
hit the streetz we cop 56 mo gramz Y'all niggaz ain't messin wit scrams And that's [Drag-On] (come on, come on, come on,) Boy, whats the difference
before rap, I was gettin' it on Took a fat nigga out in like 40secs My gun get hard wit a 45 still erects and eagle on Kangol hat slanted coconut bounce
: So i go back to that sun On the street, Am i the only one not counting on my feet? Maybe I'll just let go. How many times have i tasted the rain?
bitch Hey, you over there, with the scar on your face I don't think you're part of the fucking human race You're like something I goddamn stepped on
take those tired souls if I?m resting peaceful then. So hold on, hold on. These monsters will keep you afloat. Just hold on, hold on. Let go. Let
We were the children of '45 Loaded like pistols and taught how to die We looked the enemy straight in the eye (And never surrender) Through trenches
in sheets that's made of satin with one of my money makin honies, she's mixed Spanish and Latin She's a fly type of swinger Twenty carats on her fingers, minks on
: Deep pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall The cameras on with the make-up and all Swap six 45's, twist reefer in the flicks
