Do you hurt yourself, when you know I love you AH STOP ME! Why, tell me why Do you hurt yourself, when you know I love you AH STOP ME! [Anybody Killa:] Do you
are mostly lost and found on other streets, in other towns But babe, you know, I still look out for you The cars were all abandoned on the city streets
pop shit on wackstas 'Cause I aint scared of no motherfuckas' I smash you bash you smoke you like a blunt then I pass you Have you standing still like a statue one mother fucker Before my squad catch you
toast to the east coast, the stage is us Throw it up for the niggas, that could, hold it up Fold it up, if it's fast money, slow it up The streets need
me what you see," said he. "Is the engine black or red, son? That's the loudest thing I've ever seen." Then he picked his guitar up and sat on the fender
not asking anymore I guess he'd probably know you If you walked back in the door Calling out to the empty night Watching as the snowflakes Come dancing round the light Dancing up
My pappy said "Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin' If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln" Have you heard the story of the hotrod race Where
up, fifty you changed Nigga you stunt, I pull out And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar I think he's flyin' eight outta eight on
bit of pain On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think He's my first mistake Maybe you were all faster than me We gave each other up so easily
caught you alone fuse blown unemployed screaming "That's why I robbed you", tired of the Medicaid, deaded by the car Novocain filled with lemonade, "You
? Don't betray me I'll put you on the streets and make you weak With carrots and stones up on fingers and your teeth And built you a home next to the
toast to the east coast, the stage is us Throw it up for the niggas that could, hold it up Fold it up, if it's fast money, slow it up The streets need
along this candle burns for you All along keep coming back for you All along this candle burns for you, you, you, you It's only been pain loving you You
my help, you'll have it all I'll build you back up for the fight You'll be so wound up your stomach's tight You're the laugh of the party, you'll get
Pennsylvania All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas You know the man who told me about it on the bus As it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania
war wounds on me can prove it But look how you made me go and show you I can do it I solemnly swear to hold it down for my homeboys Locked up and don
you heard you ain't heard this before So hardcore like Gwackjaw McGraw Fuck what you heard you ain't heard this before Hardcore like Gwackjaw McGraw Fuck what you