all of the power i need clawing. pushing. ceating. stealing. using? it doesn't bother me see it. want it. grab it. hold it. never let go and it doesn
me all of the power i need clawing. pushing. ceating. stealing. using? it doesn't bother me see it. want it. grab it. hold it. never let go and it doesn
.] Now everybody gon' do it Y'all know what's up Look On my face, and it's called the mean mug Everybody gon' do it When they step up in the club Mask
key We get in for free No VIP sleaze Drink that Kool-Aid Follow my lead Now you're one of us You're coming with me It's time to kill the lights And
wine Don't you tell me 'bout your law and order Sick and tired of all your law and order Sick and tired of it Good night Dick Lead Vocal: Don Henley
in the devil's disguise She can tell you all about it She sees it in the stars She'll burn you if you try to put her down Oh well, it's been a good
all like, childhood, reminisceful songs Disputes, do they still settle 'em by bloodying your shoes? Fist rules, rather finger equipped with sick tools What of the wind, I recall it
She love the club and she like to make it Get it, get it girl Get it, get it girl [Verse 3:] Shorty's bad as hell and she knows it, ferocious I could
pull all the windows down Eyes lead and I'm thinkin bout the sheets now Wonderin should I really take it there now He told me he would make it worth
all deny it But the time will come, when they can't hide it Somebody says hey man- what's up with you I say "just make way" cause I'm sick of you Sick
(feat. K'naan) [Wale:] Wale, I kick it, I kick it like Olindo I wear my Nike boots in Gucci I don't wear no Timbo I kick it any tempo I'm lifted off
are Kevorkian They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time I do it for all y'all, do it for all y'all
shit it gets bad [Hook: Papa Reu] Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna go to war Y'all niggaz, don't know what you in for Y'all niggaz, don't really wanna
hoes I think it's cause we never went, when we be spitting out flows Got cash I'm sick with it, I spit it cause I'm a G It's the Jay'Ton, repping S.L
maintain Its like everything that I had, it won't ever be the same I feel I'm sicking home the cemetery Cause that's where all of my people rest I can
and deed follow my lead When I'm sober I can't focus, pass that weed to me And dedications all day long, seem like when I'm going Through it my partnas
until it hurt but keep pretending it's pain it's Affiliated with killers when we fight us to the death Picture your partner cocked and aim and headed straight for your chest It