hide when you realize I wrote this song for you. THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IS THESE PEOPLE CARE FOR THIS! YOU DO IT ALL FOR SHOW! NOW EVERYBODY KNOWS! (Thanks to Close To Home
find me Looking for trouble Right behind me My outlaw Niggas Down to die for me (Naw what I mean) I hit the scene Niggas ducking for my Guillotine
wasn't around when I ain't have a verse to say I quench my thirst today with righteous thoughts of mine cuz righteous thought of mine will leave mark ass niggas far behind
Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound Someone's always yelling turn it down Feel like I'm drifting Drifting from scene the scene I'm wondering what in
coffee table, unable to see straight Watchin' parallel lines unwind and undulate Behind the rain-streaked windowpane, the scene's bleak Another train leavin' home
in the bing now I'm lyin next to fiends now, that's the end of the story Let me bring y'all niggaz back to the very first scene now December 4th, a child
my bitch I'm never coming home Be there in the morning, stop cryin' bitch The sun is home, drop it on the living room table Bitch the money home, I know
the end of the night [Chorus] Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide Pulling me close, the
street's torn, My brother Jungle always have a seat for 'em Not behind me - beside me You'll always know where to find me, They say the close ones will
the bing now I'm lyin next to fiends now, that's the end of the story Let me bring y'all niggaz back to the very first scene now December 4th, a child
the afternoon the arcade is filled with children families are walking by staring at me pre-pubescent faces are coming a little too close i don't even
's over you're makin it home and tryin to sleep before the break of dawn and while ya sleepin ya start to dream and thinkin how ya danced on the disco scene
wobble it, its so marvelous so hey hey hey baby tell me what ya say, tell that nigga that-a-way and freak monday thru saturday the way you pop its an incredible scene
y'all passin' niggas around like a game of ball This is my third felony plus my third strike man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to Life. (For every rhyme
same to y'all passin' niggas around like a game of ball This is my third felony plus my third strike man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to Life. QU New
The closer she got, mad thoughts ran through my mind Yo, what would I say, yo, how would I chill? My mind drew a blank, the whole scene was ill She stepped
