: Mold me, break me, all the time hate me Can't you see I'm not what I used to be One way your way I'm on the oher side can't you see I'm not going to
Mold me, break me, all the time hate me Can't you see I'm not what I used to be One way your way I'm on the oher side can't you see I'm not going
I got nothin' for you You can look under my rug I got no smack for you You're entranced from that drug I got no tears for you I got nothin' to worry
Mold me, break me, all the time hate me Can't you see I'm not what I used to be One way your way I'm on the oher side can't you see I'm not going to
Black Heaven Hold back the tears. Your love runs loose in the wilderness. Our silence pushes me under. Soft whispering on the darker you love to me.
Because it's now or never. You don't have to be their puppet boy, You don't have to die. [Chorus] Sooner or later you'll give it a try. It's now or
) H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha bread winners, tha money getters) Those them types that fuck wit me (lets get this m-o-n-e-y) H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha henny guzzelers
can be found on V.L. (Valence Street) in the 13th Rest In Peace, My heart goes out to my round L.T. A slim nigga with two at the bottom, four cross the T-O
t love these hoes I keep saying I don't love these hoes (Man I don't love em man) I keep saying I don't love these hoes I keep saying I don't love these
heroes [Verse 2: Eminem] Don't want the diamonds, want the gold, or want the jewelery, he don't want the ring, don't want the loot he's in it for the
mon propre fan, j'te l?ai dit fait quej'm'en fou, it's ok) B.O.F.F. boff J'pas dans une boff game I ain?t boff J?te l?ai dit, j'suis mon propre fan J
timin That's while I keeps on grindin (that's right) to the point where a nigga can't stop Too much feelin this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch
pictures Thinkin Cali just fun and bitches, hahaha Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's All them other niggaz copycats, these is G's I love
Why don't you show me? (Look bitch you just a punk) And that how she be But niggers wanna hand of l.o.v.e (yeah) Steady claming like the are pimp But
that, it ain't only about your face it's about your back, it's me J-U-V, let's f**k make L-U-V [Chorus:] Shawty got me so excited, the way those ornaments
All my niggas think im dumb. I don't care, I love you, you love me, ya that's true That's the only thing that matters not all that other chit chatter.
the aftermath and the soldier got tough. He tried to grab the woman's hand, Said, "Here's a ring, it cost a grand." She said, "That ain't enough." Then
we roll And that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes But I had my ??, nah nigga that's my nuts ?? don't touch that And then he won't hesitate