Letras:
Scars Of Life Bullet With Your Name

your full of shit all the times you stuck me here and put me on my own I feel the same thats why I've got a bullet with your name As were sitting here

So what you boys gon' do to me, I'm born street Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach Mama told me not to play with fire but She never told I would grow

prison of seclusion Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught Shot up or shot down with tha bullet

runnin, too scared to fight a G For the life of me, I cannot see How motherfuckers picture livin life after a night of fuckin around with me And if you

of the chocolate bomber Infra red aimed at your head like your name was Sarah Conner decapitatin I aint hesitatin to put you in the funderal home with a bullet in your

trying to jump in front of the bullet (Young lady) Uh, and real bad girls are the silent type Ain't none of this work getting your face sliced Cause that's what happened to your homegirl, right? Bucking with

this for, this is free distribution Style, they straight jack it like mental institutions Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing She floating round winners, now your

on your hood kid I shitted on your hood, got to your burner too late I'm lookin real good, draped out Shinin like a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend

deal with Eminem but I ain't burnin' Hot, got a lawyer, hes really a diversion Im ridin dirtier the 30 days with no detergent Ain't really with the beef