Letras:
No One Goes Home Making A Scene Of The Scene

out Turn the volume up till you can't hear. He died... his hair a different color, and took up a new name. She cut... her skirt a little shorter and

I'm a be the first black face on money Beleive it I bust guns by any means I got a oozie, a calico, a M-16 with a red beam Hit you all up in your head

: Johnny works in a factory and Billy works downtown Terry works in a rock and roll band Lookin' for that million-dollar sound I got a little job down

their fucking tricks again Conspiracy Theory! For all the world to know Devide and Conquer! What a fucked up world You try to make headlines of foreign affairs While back at home, no one

anyone, ain't that much to take Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery I wish someone

straight bitches left a nigga hangin' at the club when it was scrap time then a week later gave him a shot on in a rap line now they in a New York rap

candy roll hogger I'm a pimp, I walk with a limp I step inside Papadeaux, eating on shrimp I'm a grinder, that's why I'm a shiner I left behind whiners

I got a coo job with a fucked up boss, he got a condition I wished I would've knew that shit before I got da position My horoscope say Virgo now take a

in your mind you'll be released one day But knowing, home is a place you're not going for a long while Now you're up on the isle In a position that you