) scenes from hell we sell; Sins we sell, the scenes from hell, Our tears to be shed, And the punishment we all are fed, Sins we sell, the scenes from hell
heartbeat away from hell. I know, and its easy enough to tell. You know we are a heartbeat away from having no heartbeat at all. Well well. Were a heartbeat away from hell
see You should be with me It's your heart but before you give to someone Someone who don't deserve it, just don't hurt 'em baby You're like a scene from
Be With Me Fix Your Heart Up Before U Give It To Someone (Ohh) Someone Who Don't Deserve It, Just Dont Hurt It Baby (You Should Be With Me) [Verse 2:] Like A Scene From
in her crack, One, ones in her crack. She had a real fine ass so I hit it from the back, Hit it from the back, Hit it, hit it from the back. And when
food leave your sister home & come with us its not dark enough not yet louder than hell will be well love the black night falling with every unfamiliar scene
Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on Better watch your back when it get mad Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on Everything in front of me's up for grabs [Z-Ro] Hell
his eyes, the first one had to fall Another bug creeped up the fire escape Trying to sneak, I guess he snuck too late Lookin' like a scene from Real
I'm drunk on the vestiges of a dying scene What's left: impressions of what it really means. To be a part of something bigger than the system that unjustly
me I'm bustin on ni**az until they scurry, I'm clearly a man of military means in my artillery Watchin over me through every murder scene From adolescence
buried I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta, With a mother on drugs I'm kickin dust up Ready to bust I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean
I'm falling, in the liquor store That's the Hennessee I hear ya calling, can I get some more? Hail 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared Mama checking in
game is deep and the fame is brief And you bullshittin' bitches ain't changin' me I came straight up out the gutta I was saved from hell And I'm a thug
as a thug nigga With love niggaz I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer I went from rocks to zines Writing raps and movies I went from trustin
all cash from Atlantic-Pacific And get this, I'm hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot Father, how the hell did I survive, these five shots? Live
5 minutes from the station [Young Noble] Hit the hole like Allen Iverson with confidence The bigger prick don't mean no evidence or proof the I was present At the scene
derelicts I throw was down with this business Tryin' clown and get a cent and so rather than stand forever, been thinking drinking over a felony and hell