no fingers or toe's lost them everywhere that she goes , now Lost them everywhere that she goes now Lost them everywhere that she goes now Lost them everywhere that she goes now Lost
you know who gon Take you back to Compton in that 6-4 two-door Sub whoofers in the trunk kickin that lethal injection A hood nigga lost with no direction
you niggas 20 niggas on the squard 20 niggas in the can That's 20 witnesses 20 niggas on the stand Goddam, can somebody tell 'em the street code The
cage Why do men no longer play Must these be the codes of our world today Can?t we find the answers in ourselves I wonder what it would be like If children code
There is a secret code in the structure of the mind You have the power to heal yourself Flesh bodies mute and blinded roaming uncertain, lost infected
Blood On Our Hands Block Boys I Done Lost A Couple Brothas Mang You Watchin Movies Thinking You Scarface Or Pablo Put It On Your Cd And Count Your Lil Bar Codes
(Featuring Matt Skiba & Lou Koller) When it began, for those who don't know it didn't matter how you looked or what you wore to a show dress codes, FUCK
Victory Once there was gold at the end of the rainbow Honored by blood we kept searching for more Light turned to dark as we lost what we fought for
Take me from the darkness into the light I read you like a book Sophia treat me right I was in the desert I was walking with the dead I was lost and
Come on Once again it's the hip-hop witch doctor The night is dark and the morning seems so far away Lost in the desert for forty nights and forty days
Maybe it's a custom, gotta get it done I live like that, spirits talk to me like that I'm lost in the Ouija board, ain't never comin' back Ooh ooh drink
your momma' house homey Wassup man? You still got your pager right or you lost it? (It's the curse, the curse....the curse, the curse) Y'know my code
the bed when he approached And tried painfully to jump up he wagged his tail nervously Since the beginning he hadn't touched his bowl once He had lost
you, tryin to maintain your course through the potholes and gravel Hot holes and what-have-you, tryin to clock dough Foes tryin to pop shots through you by code
close my eyes and see my own coffin feelin' haunted ready to leave this world that I'm lost in my only chance to see the seeds I lost through abortion