[Originally by Depeche Mode] Words like violence Break the silence Come crashing in Into my little world Painful to me Pierce right through me
. I don't want to die or be sent home on a cargo plane, A tag on my toe without my name because I'm one of a million. A million, whoa. How many weapons
Gene and Paul I hate you most of all Ace your the ace and Peter your the cat
hold on the line" There are so many things I'd like to say But your busy all the time She gives us t-shirts, sends us posters Seals them with a smile
Everything I've tried has been worthless And I don want to die in search of something better Dropped the ball and threw the towel in Walked the fence
Here's another drink to cover every word you say fine excuses, it wasn't you then sorry, my mistake Here comes the part where the stunt double plays
so No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark Everyone around me is a total stranger Everyone avoids me like a
flattered or amused I don't know who put 'em in or what batteries they use But I got a clip for the slugs fatter than a fuse The rat tat tatta from the
say I ain't ready for the game Well that's a shame If you hatin' you can exit in your lane They jealous cause everybody mentionin' my name And all these other
it's time for me to go. [Dappy:] See how's this suppose to solve the situation, When were both as stubborn as each other, [Fazer:] We would argue for
be with me? If I couldn't buy you diamond rings And all those other expensive things Would you be so into me? If I wasn't a celebrity (Lately) Ive been doing a
represent me like a thief in the night So prepare, for permanent sleep in you life I'm still a Christian on a mission, but my vision ain't clear Looking for
's A.B.N. for life, and I'll take it to where these haters don't [Hook:] I know a lot of y'all niggaz, wanna see me dead And a lot of y'all niggaz, wanna
Hook] Ain't a damn thang changed, we still up in this game And you know, I really miss my nigga Screw-U Everyday it be the same, we holding down the name
was buried alive but he really should of died dig him up his coffin too tight A nigga was showing a busta love, but now it's hunting for a busta season
use to Even though this might bruise you Let it burn Let it burn Gotta let it burn Deep down you know it's best for yourself but you Hate the thoughts of a
Then fuck each other? I can't see this Sex and drugs, you know they don't mix Especially when a bitch turns tricks for a fix So be careful, 'cause that
see me [2Pac] Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news You'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue Is it a, frame up, tryin to
