can`t find my way home And I can`t find my way home Can`t find my way home Can`t find my way home Can`t find my way home But I can`t find my way home
Cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your
Cuz I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your
't livin [Chorus 2X: sung] Takes a life to make a life (takes a life) Livin in the world of crime tonight (takes a life) Can't find a better way to break
for a motherf**ker to make a dollar in these here streets I mean s**t, I hear you screamin peace But we can't find peace til my little ni**az on these
to the lord my soul to keep) If I shall die (if I shall die) Before I wake (before I wake) I pray to the lord (I pray to the lord) My soul to take (my
we be thinkin' 2 slow Clownin' each others on the damn talk shows I don't wanna house but I gotta stick and rob I got a disease, it's called "Can't find
y'all, come on, uh Yeah (Say no) (No!) If U can't find your way, everybody say (Say no) (No!) If U're afraid, everybody ain't got it made (If U'
I commited sins Misery never ends Havin visions of the flames my soul will be burnin in I'll be turnin in my grave, Unable to find peace With people prayin
Loc:] No, I don't see, what the tough talkin' and spread it violance (SAY MY NAME!) That's rough is so long - I don't hear my silence. (haha!) But I'm
' with my cat eye, dead eye Ain't afraid to flame a rat up But I hot out fathom My album hit the shelves We hustle for record sales Hit my liquor store
Hug my wife my sons my daughter, ain't no more reason to even bother Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang
to get some beer and cashews, some beer and cashews Help me, wont you help me? Would you help me find my way home? My momma ain't home Heh, heh, heh
for the mistakes I've made And thanks for keepin my momma safe when she wrecked my Escalade See I could replace a Cadillac but I can't replace my momma
little girls around the corner My stuff wasn't even hard Remember a brother was lookin for a little candy out the park My mother went, my mother vent,
City's my home, It's legal money, So I got my next flooded with stones And the Bronx like a quart of my own, And I'm from the Southeast, part of the
thinkin' 2 slow Clownin' each others on the damn talk shows I don't wanna house but I gotta stick and rob I got a disease, it's called "Can't find