Breakdown, I'm on a brink of a fucking breakdown, Sick To Death, I'm Giving Up, Want A New Direction, Don't Know Where To Turn, I'm In A Rut, I Can't
grave! Worries are wasted, all cares put to ease... As the claw scratches us like fleas! Blood of the dog, a man is not a man Without blood on his hands
more word One more time left to say your goodbyes (so say em) We can't, we cannot stop the growth We can't, we cannot stop the growth No! [Breakdown
'll make you walk like a doggy Some say on and on, but they mean ON-ON!! I got tired of that new style - BREAKDOWN!! I have to take it back to the break
: [Verse] I wake up with blood-shot eyes Struggled to memorize The way it felt between your thighs Pleasure that made you cry Feels so good to be bad
gangsta's walk And this is how gangsta's talk [Daz] Whattup!? [Breakdown] [Kurupt] The homie Big Style, gangsta talk The homie Tray Deee, gangsta talk Yeah Bad
shake your soul.. [Andre 3000] The rich boy got it bad cause he is rich The po' boy got it bad cause he is po' The bad boy got it bad cause he won't
, if I shake your soul.. [Andre] The rich boy got it bad cause he is rich The po' boy got it bad cause he is po' The bad boy got it bad cause he won'
niggaz with stocks, wail on your blocks Rich lifestyle, small like an ordinary white child But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now Breakdown
Beat Street Breakdown, Raah! Hip Hop! Beat Street The king of the beat You see him rocking that beat from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street
[Verse] I wake up with blood-shot eyes Struggled to memorize The way it felt between your thighs Pleasure that made you cry Feels so good to be bad Not
bad girl go [Verse] I wake up with blood-shot eyes Struggled to memorize The way it felt between your thighs Pleasure that made you cry Feel so good to be bad
with stocks, wail on your blocks Rich lifestyle, spoiled like an ordinary white child But right now, Son is still shine, shed light now Breakdown, liquidate
need So you can take my hand and I can take the lead And if I was an honest man I would stop writing songs I'd break for a nervous breakdown for breakfast
me, if I shake your soul.. [Andre] The rich boy got it bad cause he is rich The po' boy got it bad cause he is po' The bad boy got it bad cause he won
