i see blood on the floor i don't enjoy this anymore now please believe me now please relieve me i'm looking for someone able to resist i'm looking for
waitin' on him, Here I come, droptop Phantom, I'm skatin' on 'em, look around, All the bitch niggas hatin' on him, Mad cause I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them
You Covered In Blood Rubbing Your Boobs, Feeling Nice Hook You Open The Door Step Into The Place Look Around, Strange Painting On The Walls A Chick On The Floor On
lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their foresights wrong where this rapper going with that obscure ice on he a lame
many of your men loyal, When i pull up looking for you, With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head
Em Up" like motherfuckin Tupac Shakur [Eminem] You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack seizures Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases White devil, washed up honkey Mixed up cracker
times without riggin the deck So I'm well prepped if you just want war There'll be blood everywhere, you be laying on the Louboutin floor It's raw, you
THE BASEHEADS! They On A Mission They Always On The Hunt For Something They always missing THE ATTACK OF THE BASEHEADS! Every City, Every Town They Always On
way I see it You don't want me here no more You want a hole in my forehead And blood pouring on the floor Cause I'm so dirty Fuckin' dirty and shoddy I want up
tha holy ghost? Nah, bitch, not even close! [Violent J] Back to reality your son's on crack And your daughter's got nut stains on her back And they
crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock working overtime for making money for the crack
his crew Starting fights over little shit, up on the block Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock Working overtime for making money for the crack
wet in the womb I'm kinda nast and mad at ya, but boom, it's till the sun up What up, done up, shut up, it's all in the game, it shouldn't be painful
Its a face that I seen before My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor Check it I look deeper I see blood up on his sneakers And his fist gripped
aroma, empty Guinnesses and lipstick marks on like three empty Coronas A pair of blue jeans on the carpet; size 12 Timberlands Somethin swingin on the