your only friend but when the hammer comes down and you don't hear a sound you can look all around and see . . . that it's only over when you give up!
It's all about you, one time! [Down] I'ma say it's all about you baby, yeah [2Pac] Haha, for the bitches that think it's all about you It's all about
to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon) Took home "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right) Listened
's not nature's way Well that's what they said yesterday There's nothing left to do but pray I think it's time I found a new religion Waoh - it's
That's not nature's way Well that's what they said yesterday There's nothing left to do but pray I think it's time I found a new religion Waoh - it's
said you tried to fuck her) She's a muthafucking lie (boy please) no way (whatever) not me (yeah you) man she's just hating (she said you met her last summer) She's
marshall Goodman and the man called Floyd "I" Thanks out to Bad Religion,and the Decsendants. George Hurrly, and Mike Watt To all those flops but only when
and my cock's off the Glock's cock My hand's shriveled, my finger's slipped, the wall's red Her life is fucked, she sad now, her son is dead [Hook:]
's Day convention with a gold revolver Life's a salad I'mma toss it eat that shit up, Rick Ross it Shit it out, bag it up sell it, I'm so damn rebellious
Cos Her Dad Would Mistreat Her. Her Mom Was Just As Bad When She Got Mad Was More Than Glad In Lend A Hand In Helping Him Beat Her. Sinita Used To
her child that's not natures way Well that's what they said yesterday There's nothing left to do but pray I think it's time I found a new religion Waoh, it
it to the grave, take it to the grave Take it to the grave, I'ma take it to the grave I really don't know her, I seen her on MySpace Looked at her page
only have this smile without the black and white) I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya Although I've got it bad for ya (It's ya boy Berg) I
of safe's like they mausoleum doors getting wet like she walking through my morgue Grant's, Jackson's no room for George yeh, the fear of God's in you
