integrity as if all that I showed were to be replaced with what I really was to be? before the storm of life killed what (I thought) was truth I did spit on
I'd rather give you my bitch pay attention I'd rather give you my bitch I'd rather give you my bitch then to let you breathe On my last bit of indo smoke
blind Since the genesis, paraphernalia circle my premises Poor images, project life drained my innocence It's all the worst genocide, I guess the water's cursed My
the genesis, paraphanalia circle my premisis Poor images, project life drained my innocence (Uh huh) It's all the worst genocide, I guess the water's cursed My
, something's gotta give, Big Boi You can trot around the planet or watch it on the news Sombody's getting shot, the weather man's looking confused He's
town? And all that jazz And all that jazz I'm gonna * Rouge my knees And roll my * Stockings down And all that jazz And all that jazz Start the car I
broken spirit is what you gave You hold the pieces of what you know are mine Crawl back in your hole and choke on the bone Of what's left on the outside
Shotguns --? Shotguns --? Shotguns --? As I stab the darkness, faces of death is all thats left Intensity, filled with suspense, my minds condensed Subjected
that's the magic of it Now every rehashed subject's displaying what I wrote on cafe napkins to the public to get it over and done with, closure hath cometh My
that moldy Rusty-ass .38 Special, niggas owe me Slowly I turn, face the one and only Naughty By Nature, I Do My Dirt All By My Lonely Ask Pretty Tony,
subject my brothers in the projects a minute or two will do my love and my respect hard times I've been thru no gold on my spoon mama left me my sister
's death So they pretend to be hades and kill till there's nothin' left ha But I might hit 'em with a gun that's harder than all guns My check from the
come to realize, Is mainly this: that I am wrong, That my perception is askew, That I write shyte and call it song. Perhaps Ia??ll always question thus, Discount my merits, thoughts
my head falls off Hitting every pocket on my shirt, pants and overcoat And I'm hitting them again but I don't know where I put my notes Clearing my
my head falls off Hitting every pocket on my shirt, pants and overcoat And I'm hitting them again but I don't know where I put my notes Clearing my throat
longer wonder nor do I care you could be dead for all I know even more ****** up in your head for all I know coz all I really know is that you left without
, cause I know somebody's doing wrong It's gon' be trouble when I find out just what's going on [Bridge:] All hot up in here, cause I'm on that gasoline
come to realize, Is mainly this: that I am wrong, That my perception is askew, That I write shyte and call it song. Perhaps I?ll always question thus, Discount my merits, thoughts