Verse 1: Help me find the love that I once knew Broken, beaten, busted, black and blue Sarah screamed into the sham Holding on to Jesse's name Chorus
Verse 1: Given the need to know I've called you on all I've seen A record for the unknown As blatant as these from me Arranged for the world to see As
Verse 1: A note, a shot, a photograph For all the times we ever laughed A wink, a nod to every time I knew You were turning my head... Like tops upon
thoughts Damned only your cross and go back home Verse 2: By now, you should've found your way out Calmed down and I don't even notice Go on as often
how could this have happened again? Chorus: Oooh Love, Hold On Tear Me, Ready Or Not Fools fall reckless As pieces fall to the ground Pre Bridge: Oooh trying to hold on
Verse 1: Dead, fall to the grip of the wicked Run into the depths of the trenches Go, never return from resentment Choked by every word that I've witnessed
till I click on a rage Pick up a gauge, and it's my face, that they stick on front page Gotta be careful, I could pull a thick of the age Chick on the
soup sick Yeah I'm on some new[? ] shit All black lay back bumpin some old Snoop shit 9 mili with two clips on some troops shit Fuckin with my eastcoast niggaz on
lye watching time fly, waiting for death Dear God I been feeling like I'm close to Jesus Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking trees Keep my eyes on
on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel swervin Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm livin in hell Just let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for
best 'Cause even bobble heads tell me yes.. haha Put it on the hood I'm Hollygrove to death I'm already good I'm workin' on my left A jungle on my wrist a circus on
, naw! Katrina and Rita, ain't got nothin at all On the bandages and damages that we gon put on y'all, for sure! Run on up if ya want, cause we ready!
to death then I choked you again Then break your fuckin legs till your bones poke through your skin You beef wit me, I'ma even the score equally Take you on
[Dr. Dre] Y'all know me, still the same O.G., but I been low key Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no G's No wheels and no keys
two.. we recordin? I'm cancerous, so when I diss you wouldn't wanna answer this If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus I strangled you to death
try to fight it, try to deny it stupid you will feel what I do, I do it well shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill half a breath left on my death
you through [Verse 1 - Nas] Two steps away from death, a vest and a holster I detest detectives arresting us over Weapons possession, they was checking the Rover Inspecting the tattoos on
