t find a reason to die Give me one more chance just one more chance Once more chance and I?ll take it all away All away One more chance and I?ll take it all away
, the other's under my mattress I thought "okay All I got to do is go in the room reach for my bed, pull out and blow away" And so I did but the plan
away All the nights you spent alone All the love I'd never shown All the words I could not say Till that white line took you away White line took you
to this... world again Kinda like it in a coma 'Cause no one's ever gonna Oh, make me come back to this... world again Now I feel as if I'm floating away
lip service, Nothing more then the empires service, Trigger finger, oh so nervous. Number of times I almost let the bullets go, The footage shows, that they approached the check point
You better hope I don't catch ya (catch ya) (You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger (You're all wet) The nigga with the big fat trigger S
to do Four blocks away my aim's clean Night scope on a silence carbine Place my crosshairs on my vic's eye Squeeze the trigger Watch the brains fly Violent
wrong move, and you caps peeled I ain't no super hero I ain't no Marvel Comic But when it comes to game I'm atomic At droppin' it straight Point blank
mano a mano you ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns horizontal, get your weight up, I am two point two pounds you're barely a hundred
Just walk away If you don't have the answer Walk away Just walk (walk) away (Just walk away) Then just leave Yeah yeah Walk away Walk away Walk away
Human mmmm You leave the venom when you bite Hunting another prey at night You're thinking I'm too weak to fight You don't see I'm the villain Trigger happy point
for tomorrow Pull the trigger, my girl you?re running all alone I said I was back home, but I?m far away And there ain?t no point in the words I write
until it burns and you are the present day Wyatt Earp Now run with the hand on the trigger point it forward Don't blow away that fat gut Hot- Blooded
bathroom We started suckin niggaz up like a vacuum Bullets flyin nonstop, and bodies droppin Puff yelled, "AWAY!" That's the cops then My trigger finger
text like a NBA ref I got, all gold guns like they came from I-RAQ Artillery, could it be I got all kinds of these pistols I point my gun at ya homeboy
something I know There's a very big difference between above and below A friend foe, or bro, leave your body on the floor Let your spirit fly away like
I'm fortunate. Thank you coincidence, for I'm finally coining sense. In a way, away, a way you're just enough to raise the body count. Enough to raise our guns. Point
