why, rainy eyes can't dry, dry [Verse 4] Can't run, got nowhere to hide Move on, move on Move on! [Chorus] Black tears fall on your face A beating
fall asleep Don't fall to sleep You can get ya cash on Pictures of penny Sippin' my glass full of henny Hands on my semi- Automatic kill for pennies Approach
at my like a infra-red nigga [Verse 1: Makaveli] Pictures of plenty Sippin my glass full of henny Hands on my semi - - Automatic kill for pennies Approach
my niggaz at, where my bitches at?) (Throw yo' guns in the air!) Friends.. (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on) Let's be friends (where
's yo' name, they call me Layzie the Kid." [Other dude] "The name's Powder Pete, can I get a 12 guage! Outlaw every day, on the front page. Mister Kid
girl you think your so smart Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark (Stay wide awake) A world so cold, a world where on-ly some
came the first hundred bags got blown Shout at to boy better know, me and skeppy from the north side we charted on our own So they approached us, we never approached
try me, c'mon [Christina Aguilera:] Tell me, what you thinking about When your hands is all on me Cause I've been thinking about All the possibilities Ain't no other
Served with a cherry on top Rage in effect I just begun to rock Yeah, rock on witcha bad self (RAGE!) Rock on witcha bad self (RAGE!) Rock on witcha bad self (RAGE!) Rock on
: "This is my left hand." Repeat after me: "Questa e' la mia mano sinistra." And now: "This is my right hand." Repeat after me: "Questa e' la mia mano
missed Ice Cube is out-gunned, what is the outcome? Will they do me like Malcolm? Cause I bust styles, new styles, standin - strong! While, others +Run
. Those that didn't die in storms The scurvy rest did slaughter. Westwards the tide. Westwards we sail on. Westwards the tide. Sail by the talisman. We approach the other
than likely passive Back when let me not reflect on the old sh-t I?m on to the new act, on to my new script B-tches better have they thoughts before approaching
took it to the head like a mothafuckin' pro Yo, that drink got me on tilt, Ya better sit down cuz you about to spill Now we approach up on the corner
nuthin but love for my muthafuckin dogs in the mist of the war zone, its on on site daylight tonight the heat held close and tight beware here I come with the DPG on
about a dozen You never see bank like Frank White Your hand clutchin, your chest-plate contemplate You 'bout to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high [
know that I made it I wouldn't have it no other way I wouldn't trade it for the world Only let's me know that I'm loved by so many other motherfuckers
sorting mail on his desk. Finding the two letters from the PHANTOM): Oh, it seems you've got one too . . . (He hands the letter to ANDRE, who opens
