sell me fuck me Tell me what I can do for you Save me save me save me Tell me what I can do for you Save us, Save us, Save us
do But if you think I'm loved for saving you Say goodnight to the bad guy [Pain In Da Ass] Whoever said to us Now maybe you can buy yourself one of them first
quieres celosa that means you jealous You qet mad when I qet with the fellaz llamando cada minuto Pero us una falta de respeto ben aki pon tu mano en mi pecho Tu no saves
first to break wild until they all die, Outlaw Yes (change my ways) yes The Black Jesuz guide us through this Weary weary weary weary Only God can save
's right boy, it's goin on Right here, Thug Life God bless the dead God bless the dead & buried nigga Don't worry if you see God first tell Him shit
never say that no more got my mind right money right yeah thank u up nigga uptown from an 8 to a quater from a half to a brick from an 0 to the ozies
're cold with disappointment While I'm drowning in the next room The last contagious victim of this plague between us I'm sick with apprehension I'm crippled from
back from these haters, cops and fakers Come with the drama, nothin can break us [Bizzy Bone:] Every time that I turn arouuuuund [Flesh-N-Bone:] Gotta watch my back from
you hataz, wouldn't be saved, hate 'em Hate ta shook, and put ah pen up in dem Foe tha love of money makin' go crazy and Benjamin Franklin pleaze come save
to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" about that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin but didn't, then Phil
confusion, A home and a country should leave us no more! Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From
s confusion, A home and a country should leave us no more! Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From
they called it an internment camp When we first got back from camp... uhh It was... pretty... pretty bad I, I remember my husband said "Are we gonna stay 'til last
from NY wanna be from the west Kiss my converse bitch and take your last breath Cuz that G-Unit shit ain't gonna last You could sign Jesus Christ, he couldn't save
