inside your heart I love the same Speak the truth to it all You feel the same Depression inside your heart You feel the same Fly up to the stars If you
By givin stitches, the life as a ghetto star When I grow up I wanna be like dem (and live my life as a ghetto star) When I grow up I wanna be like dem
brains, I know your name And where you rest, I'll make a mess The holla tips'll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to EMS Come pick you up, You know you
her over the wash tub [50 Cent] When im through with Ricky, ita??ll be blood thata??ll cough up A hard rock, or softer, get caught up, and get washed up
[mad child] Star struck, awkward glances, rock phenomenally Armed with honesty, doven wove in tapestry Of obscenity, eliminate the enemy Watch closely
Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by Detroits legendary demon lopatara Staring you right back through your eyes in the mirror Blowing out your brains
-tchka-tchka Check the chorus... Chorus 2x: Timbaland Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready They don't know know Bubba talk so good, but they brain
Marihuana inna your brain Takes more time to ejaculate Roll up a spliff and drowse away the day With marijuana inna your brain I'm knocking on your door
brains, I know your name And where you rest, I'll make a mess The hollow tips'll hit ya chest You cough up blood to EMS Come pick you up You know you
of *boy scouts* getting pistol whipped electronic talents fold the realest television is the one that talks out loud to you when the plug is corroded out and they say productivity is up
to tourists. I love the JVC Force and MC Shan, but draw upon dreams and fractured memories. I've factored remedies and syrums into this equation. I hold up
Marihuana inna your brain Takes more time to ejaculate Roll up a spliff and drowse away the day With marihuana inna your brain I'm knocking on your
star When I grow up I wanna be like them My life as a ghetto star When I grow up I wanna be like them My life as a ghetto star When I grow up I wanna
ever heard since we was children My brain got built-in Pentium chips, my thoughts the fastest For Shakespearian actors: "Chino shall busteth your asseth, When I spithed acid
bad Flip) You got skills (Nigga you know I got skills) Then lets put our brains together and make some mills [Lil' James] I got skills like a coal mine lined up
should see some foot doctors Got your burnt chest popped up, but keep your guns cocked up 'Cuz all them cats that you knocked up and always gon' be locked up
quiped to show Necro's knowledge 'cause I fuck the smart mouths and brains of kids I kill from college I love to examine a woman's mutilated salmon locked up
