Let's do this, yeah, this reckless life,1234 Chances all,written off, write our own, prevail This blood we drink, in our hearts This blood we drink, forever
Tear us down! Welcome destruction with open arms It's all too static, bring it on, bring it on Routine's so boring it makes me scream
Cold as I am I'm just doing my best The best that I can I'm just needing some rest The rest that I know I've needed much too much Can you help me? Pulling
West side of town, we?ve got weighed down Like minds all down ?til the end Where we?re living?s where we?re laying our heads down Doesn?t really matter
I can kill standing still It?s easy I can scare with a stare It?s easy Hey Ringo, it?s sad though Because it?s hard to walk tall, when you?re small Whether
Realize your just a pawn, you've done it there way since the day that you were born. Put your blinders on, for your own best "son". They keep the leash
Writers: Doug Supernaw, Allen Huff Well I wish you could have seen us One car between us Too far gone so someone had to go She called her mama And I
This is the story of all life's emotion Wrapped up inside one heart I can be your love for the rest of your life And always play the part Someone to
Yeah, yeah, what the fuck I gotta worry about now? Nigga you think after weatherin' the storm And comin' from the extremes I came from You think I'ma
I cross the oceans, I cross the seas I cross the mountains like a new disease I cross the borders, I cross the line Never to see the light 'til the end
I take myself from the bottom shelf And I reel my troubles in And I put them up on a higher hill To a place I've never been And I'll wait for you if
This is what I'm dealin', 'bout to make a killin' off illin, off a hydro Put it on a rapper like they work in El Tambo Here to make a statement, not on
The buzzard took the monkey for a ride in the air The monkey thought that everything was on a square The buzzard tried to throw the monkey off his back
(Mannie Fresh) Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot! (Juvenile): Wodie, what kinda nigga that be full of that 'dro What kinda nigga freak shop like a eskimo (B.G.):
I used to play the trumpet once but now I play guitar Somebody told you it's more mellow. Well I've played a lot of music since but I really haven't grown
Turn away If you could get me a drink of water 'Cause my lips are chapped and faded Call my Aunt Marie Help her gather all my things And bury me in all
Pictures with stagnant cancer, images of brutal man, vasecting, seething, despising, beaten red faces extreme, run the streets, find the lame, red hands
So long Matthew, I will miss you There is too much to do or I'd go with you It's a bad time, I haven't got a dime So long Alison, I now know where you