no love 'cuz I'm always gettin' hurt I thought you was a angel God sent to me, must have be But the memory of our love burned like a rub burned But a
I dreamt of a fever One that would cure me of this cold winter set heart Heats melt these frozen tears Burned with reasons as to carry on Into these
fables from your hand With violent words and empty threats And it's sick that all these battles Are what keeps me satisfied Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
candlestick, burn your back And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't Jack [Chorus: Eye-Kyu] So what you know about a sweet MC, from the 313 None of these
re all the same And the cold wind will find us This long road reminds us These days are all burning But through the fire We are learning All these
'm keepin' ya six feet deep So don't sleep when I creep, you'll leap like athletes slammin' Examine what I'm jammin' Hey, I don't play, I burn like a
Down south. In the south, they used to call her Mother Antie She said No Mrs. Just Antie She said if anybody ever called her Antie she'd burn the whole
spot, because they must have forget We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) Yeah, now check your stove top before you take a listen And make sure beans don't burn in the kitchen These
the scene and slow up the cream None of that black, east New York, gun talk Niggaz I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk Memories of injuries wounds and burns
Runnin around like your delirious Foamin from the mouth like you're furious I'd rather be serious, it keeps the audience curious These fantasies is nothin
you will rescue me, these are the ways of the world Now I have to choose between life or lose my sanity Go with the streets keep callin' me, these are
it Not soon as I grabbed the microphone I went into a frenzy Started givin' niggaz black eyes like Spuds Mackenzie When that bud's in me Now one of these
you a taste of reality Welcome to my art show Its not about a salary Take two of these a day and burn a couple calories Me and the mic are like
I was in love with a girl who drank beer I was in love with a girl on china white We were married for a year one day Her memory still lingers 'cos I burned
Where are they now? All of us, I guess it was a dream. As they burn it down. The remains of what was slowly vanishing. Between us all, we thought for
like it's bussing nuts 'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory Graphic
hoe Move bi**h, get out the way hoe Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe [Lord Infamous] Nigga Three Six Mafia burn inside the southern territorial Leavin' a memorial
Dreaming I was only dreaming Of another place and time Where my family's from Singing I can hear them singing When the rain had washed away All these