deal with they own creation Move out farther, suburb vacation But it don't work like that Knock at your door and it's me running slug bat I'm a stick it to your
's ladder And one foot in the fire And it all goes down in your mind Living at the bottom of the stairs in your life Never a smile knocking on your door
a trick, biatch Quit bumping your gums spark your tongue Keep a real pimp game up out your mouth If I get on your line and dump two on your spine Like
' live, And the other man's mercy, he ain't gon' give, This what love do, it cops a .38 snub to, Knock on ya door, and take somebody that used to love
music down Knock Knock Knock then I heard a pound! who is it? Knock Knock Knock alittle more! What the fuck? Somebody's knock knock knockin at my door
I got your back I go against the world for my squad I got your back I got your back I got your back I got your back I got your back
't misbehave Like use your notoriety and get somebody saved And don't you be so vocal about the truth you know The Bible's bad for business, leave your faith at
and now he about to throws you out the door The mother kept on crying Early the next morning the some came and knocks on the door He said Mama get your
got it, shoot Ho pound shot it, shot it lay, sprayed it Dream of whom, roof top niggaz fuck around un-cooked tough niggaz Execute your niggaz, turn bone shoot your niggaz Yours
lovin' feel much better When you're creepin', don't you get too sleepy You know you gotta go Your man is back at home and probably waitin' at the door
Bunny There's all this talk about Santa Claus But see love will rule supreme Happy Valentine's Day Every day the 14th You got it When cupid knocks at your door
by the need to indulge And enjoy the finer things in life right? yah Your dignity, your only sacrifice Slim as your chances of being somebody's wife
We the niggas that y'all niggas wish y'all can blaze that We put niggas where they can't get their days back So gone brush your hair nigga, we knock off
'm not your bitch I'm not your hoe I've got your friends all knocking at my door I'll take my pick Even your chick I even heard your momma wanted some
stone dead cold Hangin' from the highest tree Would you read my suicide note? I'm hungry for affection Howlin' at the moon Can't you get it inside your
a flat near this old farm house. I hope somebody's home, takin' a chance at it, Knocked on the door, and this fine chick answered. (You're The Rock!) Can I use your
curtains Sparking old flames Causing disturbance Crying for shame Knocking on doors Abusing my name Casting up doubt Throwing your blame But you can throw it at your mother, your
in your pain. Nikki: Oh. Schadenfreude, huh? What's that? Some kind of Nazi word? Gary: Yup. It's German for 'happiness at the misfortune of others'. Nikki: 'Happiness at