old lies Tryin hard not to show all that pain inside Saw the clouds turnin black like an angel died Preacher said you a curse if you don't pay your ties
BD, up in ya zone, BD, BD, BD, breakin' ya bones But no matter what, I never break into ya home 'Cuz your house is not a home, if you don't got chrome
not touch him [THUY] He is my enemy It's he turns you from me [KIM] Don't touch my boy [THUY] Erase him from your life Even your memory [KIM]
know how to spell your name but cannot be bothered to write it down. why am i so ashamed of where i am from? i sit up all night watching infomercials
my own two If I fall, I land on my own two a soldier And it been like that Pac and Yak See us now and they could see all that Who really care? Fuck
done It seems so never-ending, I'm tired of compromising you Your praise is condescending, who ends up sacrificing all I put in all this effort, I put in all
time to wonder ...over to...no...[black/that] corner...in [time?judge?angel?] what's your name what's your name what's your name what's your game, boy
gave us a tour. They escorted us through the back. And when they escorted us through the back, we got to see how, you know, there all these people workin all
I might be seeing rockets light up the night sky Right outside the window of my living room And if they do you can say good night and bye bye to them iTunes If
If I was your pal, I'd respect all criticism that was honest But I'm not 'cause you're probably an MC in the closet Subconsciously copyin' everything from
no more peace My man, Sto-Bo, kid hold your own In a cell locked down not far from home And at the same time on the outside I'm representing Still packin
until the coast is clear too They all on the ass like a tiger stalkin' Y'all put on the grin, and pretend we all talkin' And if he don't sweat the rest
hind of your five legged snare tooth picks the eye but no things there down drags your waltz cross the alter top from a sleep that depravation knew trespass your
) Check this out, bitch To be a bitch, you don't necessarily Have to have a pussy in your pants (True indeed, true indeed) In fact, most, if not all
your desert highways Been under your bed And slept in ditches I saw your scars Was kept in stitches To keep from crying I'm trying not to pay attention
that a night could end so, so, so, so... So there we were minutes from making it. Celebrate we're finally done and gone. And though this highway is all
send the slut away Or we're all gonna end in the gutter And it's us who'll have to pay At the end of the day! [FOREMAN] I might have known the bitch
A downfall for refuge You reciprocate while plotting your next move It's not fair to complain from miles awaya?¦ LOW END OF LUXURY Waitinga?¦stalemate Collect all your