Booty rappers posin' as gunclappers get bitch smacked...need to switch to bein' actors, image is all ya after, ho galacta in the lip, the clappers and
only you could see the tears in the world you left behind If only you could heal my heart just one more time Even when I close my eyes There's an image
You called me after midnight, must have been three years since we last spoke. I slowly tried to bring back, the image of your face from the memories so
perfect image of a priest They're spoonfeeding Casanova To get him to feel more assured Then they'll kill him With self-confidence After poisoning
mind I tell the truth to me Sin sin sin Look where we've been And where we are tonight Hate the sin not the sinner I'm just after a glimmer Of love
the world, burned for the young and the desperate Showed heart, but got cardiac arrested More than a nigga with an image and a press kit The wreck hits
for the young and the desperate Showed heart, but got cardiac arrested More than a nigga with an image and a press kit The wreck hits, creates desert
can a nigga really chase? Where do you go after the applause After all the Soul Train and Grammy awards, after the tours After asking these whores what they after
with an extremely uneducated and barbaric frame of mind His raps displayed nothing but ridiculous jargon Shocking sexual audacity and repulsive images of the ghetto However, after
you gotta keep her wet Keys open doors so I gotta keep a set Everybody knows I'ma a lot of people's threats Biggie smalls in the flesh livin' life after
What's the matter with the song he's singing? Can't you tell that it's pretty lame? After listening to a couple albums well it all starts to sound
mind each place you go They can't believe you're in love with me I have always placed you far above me I just can't image that you love me And after
only you could see the tears In the world you left behind If only you could heal my heart Just one more time Even when I close my eyes There's an image
the ocean After waking from a nightmare. No moon no pale reflection. Black Mirror, Black Mirror Shot by a security camera You can't watch your own image
' a ice cream Knew you had freak in ya blood from the get go Yo you showed a nigga some love from the get go Cute too, so you ain't get caught in the image
know for slayin' pounds of herb Getting dough is a must, and it's the money making its Yo, the never faking its creating shit that's taking your hoe After
s cup of vodka, 4 cup of juice for sodium Money, money, sweet as the smell of magnolia It's get you down, but you spitting image of Appolonia Now how
Fake cool image should be over 'Cause I long for a feelin' of home Real life, depicted in song A loving memory after long Home is a place where I yearn
