way I'd never get over you Today's the day Ipray that we make it through Make it through the fall Make it through it all Chorus: I don't want to fall to pieces
when cocked with a beam It's a dirty game, but I gotta mash for mine Ain't no more waiting, I'm fin to take what's mine I'm a Guerilla Maab nigga, in
we need for disaster For me the microphone master Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall Niggaz talk about
't a hit. Maybe I'm approaching it wrong. Look at him, a musician, a natural musician. This Motorcity was a serious little boy. Liked to pull down the
Sell me, throw me away Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right? Like I'm a f... I'm a gun, shit It's like I'm a motherfuckin gun I can
, throw me away Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right? Like I'm a F, I'm a gun, shit It's like I'm a motherfuckin' gun I can't believe
a rolling stone, I'd roll until I flew. [DMX] Come on! And if I was a garden I would bloom in black for you. [ODB] Don't y'all give a fuck? [REPEAT
nights dumbing with the dumbest Sporting the fourth floor I bought it from fiend for seven hundred New faces, screw facing niggas from a distance One time, wait to take a
ain't nothing like them hoes in southern California I knew a bitch named Irvine She had a cousin with the name Santa Ana It was short for Anaheim I
a hand on the pump by the big black trucks (Fools) You can't trust a soul in the city of angels The strange hoes want a piece look at these lame hoes
cruise the hood Like a snake up in the woods lookin for a cut party Chorus Verse 3: khujo You know we don't use the goodie name to pack they function
the noise won't stop They don't stand a ghost of a chance, but they try A side of my mind tell me to get em Bloody side, lettin it ride Even when a couple
up for what you lack? I'm just a cat searching for a clean lap To crash in a world hurting, waiting for they turn to take a nap Sorting through bills,
into my sight No use to run or to try for flight If I've seen you and feel you're the right Jigsaw-puzzle-piece I need To fulfill my ongoing deed Of
I'm just a token of your flirtation Nothing more than a description You're just a guy, just a kid from a place where your philosophy is a catastrophe
a glorious victory for the British spirit, Nor an heroic defeat of a fascist dictator. It was a callous and savage piece of electioneering Designed to
luck, I need a best friend I need a rough dog, I need a mountain I need some new clothes, a tv, a cause A trip to nirvana, a thrill of applause I need a
