going down again Why do we still pretend I will never turn my back on love like you Life is passing by And we never had a chance to earn a first class
a fugitive and with a price on my head Wanna know why you can't identify with what I just said You never listen you just talk until your face turn red
calm, and i have always run back to the storm the lion completed, weakened by love, send me back to the hunt my lord i have turned my back to the sunrise
click pow, hananana click clack on all yall/ i got my chrome protect my dome, plus my mask n my mic/ i got my own version called the ghetto passion of
, a fugitive and with a price on my head Wanna know why you can't identify with what I just said? You never listen, you just talk until your face turns
Brought tears to my eyes and I don't even know why My life ain't nothing but anger and pain Tatoos on the back of my arm should explain Blood, sweat
the back With a Louisville Ax Slugger, then slash the jugular Hit your back rawdog with no rubber, he's a dirty mawfuckar Won't last long, that's what my momma turned
be televised) 'Turn Off The Radio' My neck, my back They put a noose on my neck And whips on my back My neck, my back You got a tie around your neck
love back in it Network, we network Yo, my network spit shit making your neck hurt You're now in tune to the sounds of the expert A hundred flave-ahs
my life back in a time of backpackin' Struggling empty pockets pipe water I be guzzlin' Thirst from burning sun blazin' down the earth Ipoh City the land where my
judged, you gets no love She said, "I like it, that's why I jock it" Then I said, "You only on my back because I fill brother's pockets" Got 'em drivin
you With the songs that you love just to get you through [Verse 1] Back in effect I'm back to collect Got the respect Which will turn into the cash or a
the Biz Mark, I bring the noise iller Com Sense'll be the rhyme killer, I spill a Little bit of juice to a MC who need a new producer Got my nigga Y-Not
worth dying for Like the slaves, we are chained to the day There will be a revolution My soul is sick and my hearts polluted There are demonds that threaten my
up Saggin' my pants at the cocktail party with the mayor And later rockin' a party with a thousand in the air That's a beautiful thing, and if you're