hate the world, at least that?s what you say, you are a fucking joke / but you are a stupid fuck with a stupid little brain / i?d rather be nothing than be
times He don?t really want a nigga to climb You?d rather separate me from my family forever Instead of trying to keep us together You motherfuckers would rather
cause they scared of giving birth How will I feed this baby? How will I survive, how will this baby shine? Daddy dead from crack in '85, mommy dead from
me, stress has been on me I just don't wanna be alone anymore I just wanna be around somebody, I mean anybody I just don't wanna be alone We went to
room For weeks and months, stinking up the class Until somebody noticed then they throw me in the trash I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus He nothing but an old dead
a nobody and I think It's a drag But I got his motherfucking head hehehe! In my bookbag (Chorusx2) [Stop, stop, you gotta think straight! stop...] (
your dead I'd rather cut that neck in half I'd rather choke out that bitch ass I'd rather chop and never stop Because you fucked my homie I'd rather
'd rather be dreaming than talking There's nothing to hear or to say With ears covered, mouth closed The world is opposed Nothing gets in or away There's nothing
Gyeah, I need to talk to you, okay Can I talk to you? Come on, come on, come on Hey, let me holla at you Come on, come on, come on Yo, stop runnin' from
doesn't really matter Cause I am doing this more for you than I am me I can no longer pretend, that my life is worth living I...I would rather die, be dead
tha Z Yeah, Warren LA indo, gangster and mack mo Bullets at your window, dangerous Ruthless, hostile, unforgiven, who gave you permission To try to stop
bitch A hundred miles an hour, wanna rap my whip Asking God "Shit, where we going after this?" I'ma thug, a thug til heart be stop Til they pick me off
can't be, what we be We afficial nast! [chorus] [fredro starr] When I was born, I never thought that I could be like that ? up on their back, block
You Rather I Be On My Ass Broke Instead Everybody Jealous Of You When You're Paperspread But They Quick To Wear Your T-Shirt When You're Dead It's Just
miss my mother badly, I was a sideways baby, always will be. to start the party right you're probably gonna have to kill me. I can't be held accountable
could not be deafer, so please preferably one who plays in tune!" FIRMIN: "Dear Firmin, vis a vis my opera: some chorus-members must be sacked. If you
real he said if I had nothing to hide Then of course I wouldn't mind if he looked through our ride man No uh, I'd really rather you didn't and no we
will be able to limit war to the 'theatre'. In this particular show the world will be the stage, There'll be no encore. * Thatcher and her cronies talk
