Instrumental
: Instrumental
the hersey I'm on that fly gangsta shit, I pop the collar on my jersey You know I got the heat the way the Vanson is bendin Same laid back flow, no dancin
hear the beat that spawns the way we freak it and we kick up a storm the day we turn to pop the show will stop so feel the beat and get lost, now back
black hole At the alter of a Dark star My body s now begging Though it?s begging to get back Begging to get back To my heart To the rhythm of my
every black hole At the alter of a Dark star My body s now begging Though it?s begging to get back Begging to get back To my heart To the rhythm of my
will be like them Muslim Shiite ATTACKS Some where along the line its like me and 50 made PACT He's got my back, I got his back, BACK Its almost like
out And you can run for ya back-up But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that We reload them clips and come right back
machine) Where you can be what you want to be ( where you can be what you want to be) (Love is your memory) In every heart...(heart) heart (heart)
superhuman crew Come out and round up everyone That knows more than they do Then they bring them to the factory Where the heart-attack machine Is strapped
mean Like in the middle of Life magazine Bouncin' around a pinball machine And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying That somebody someplace oughta be hearin
figured she'd gone back to Austin Cause she talked about it all the time It was almost a year before she called him up 3 rings and an answering machine
know a pretty little place in Southern California down San Diego way There's a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day You can hear them in the back