my demons I'm manning up, I'ma hold my ground I've had enough, now I'm so fed up Tryin' to put my life back together right now It was my decision to
my face Through a clear glass window But instead, I went out And smashed up a phone booth around the corner I never had a chance to choose my own parents
still a rope burn on that oak branch That hangs over the river, I still got the scar From swinging out a little too far There ain't a corner of this
't get a dial tone Got snow on my TV, no more cable Gotta use my straits, keepin' food on my table My car note's overdue, the bank's talkin' repo Gotta take my
t get a dial tone Got snow on my TV, no mo' cable Gotta use my strats, keepin' food on my table My car note overdue, the bank's talkin' repo Gotta take my
even on my muthafucking resume dog aye my nigga if I did take you out the game my nigga it was my mutha-fcking pleasure to move fucking move you out my
dog my n-gga get out my way n-gga let money get through here dog you understand say you n-ggas aint even on my muthaf-cking resume dog aye my n-gga if
got me all over the World Now I'm sitting on top of the World We winning, we winning Cause we sitting on top of the World [Verse 2] This is for my little
alone did the sun come up or did it rain again I'll never know i felt the acid in my stomach rise above my throat as i dialed there was a message from my
With magic soaking my spine Can you read my mind? Can you read my mind? The teenage queen, the loaded gun The drop dead dream, the Chosen One A southern drawl, the world
's my dog Through the ups and downs, robberies and all Though I always knew he wanted my downfall He would say his little slick shit and act real funny
When you sent me off to see the world Were you scared that I might get hurt? Would I try a little tobacco? Would I keep on hiking up my skirt? I'm
now I'll kick a little history that you should know. You see, the Jews have been oppressed for thousands of years. To every corner of the world you can
crawled on my hands and knees For three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase And my garment bag And my tenor saxophone And my 12-pound bowlin' ball And my
my arm bleeding This is my last resort 'Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine Losing my sight, losing my mind
five deep as I strike at a quick pace I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind So my soul is a threat to all mankind Born to kill, I'm wicked
my own bills Stay on point and I guard my own grills Skills I'm possessin', in my possession Why they wanna rob a little nigga for the blessin'? Who
fuck with me, now, now, now. Krayzie: This is my family. This is my family, my family. Bizzy: Thug lovesick, my hood is in drug prison. The end is my