in darkness. You know I want you, your voice sounds like a gog in my head. You know I am you, don`t ask my name, it don`t matter at all. You know that
talked to me She used to teach me a lot of things She taught me good things, she taught me bad things "Don't trust white people, don't trust white people Don't
we get high 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we puff lye 'Cause you never know when you're gonna
top of the house These **** don't feel my pain Oh, these **** don't have a clue what I've been through, mayn But I ain't lookin' for love, I ain't lookin
you'll carry on Yes you need your pain, life is pain I could hold your hand, but you must take your pain I don't need sacrifice, I don't need advice
T. Squad sample "What you came for? Surgery, with the chainsaw!" Watch what happens to your friend You don't want this to happen to you You give me
from all sides, all you feel is pain And you don't even know your own name Try to get up for the next round and pout it You think you survive? I doubt
on a thread You know I'm ready to blow, but not quite yet You know I'm ready to fold, can't count my cards yet You know I'm ready to forget all we've
bone-count hug I know you bite your fat banana fingernails And I know why you'd need to shave I know you're a slow fussy pathetic eater And I know you don't
from below But I don?t know, I don?t know Please tell me now what life is Please tell me now what love is Well, tell me now what war is Again, tell me
this Verse One: You see I don't like to remenisce about the past The lower class, no clout livin' hand to mouth Each and every wrong move the police keep count
Cowboys don't need you, you Bill Parcells And you ain't got to empty your pockets when the K's out Whatever you holdin is mine, you my PayPal See I don't
lonely, don't need no phony homey to call me (That's right bitch, fuck em' all) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies, so don't get comfortable I'
and rocks you best to believe I gets the loot Fuckin you in your booty hole, punk cause you's a rudy poo I empty this clip, so don't you slip, fuck around
all empty but niggaz got stashes Never fuckin' the glasses Ha, you know the Rule roll up in the party Me and Charli, ready to have them hotties Rub up on my body
don't know why you bitches trippin i got my two nines handing out stitches almost got sparked, as your imagination wishes i don't know why, southside
stick I'm locked up in this tiny cage You have me I'm yours treat me how you will With hate and fear until emotion I don't feel You bellow and laugh,
't coach Don't sing it, bring it I usually caught me at least one fool a game You can only phanthom pain, I don't have to But don't let me get on a case
