your only friend but when the hammer comes down and you don't hear a sound you can look all around and see . . . that it's only over when you give up!
know her I've seen her on myspace Looked on her page all I seen was my face Her user name read kewan for life With videos and pictures set up so right The only bad
to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon) Took home "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right) Listened
her child that's not natures way Well that's what they said yesterday There's nothing left to do but pray I think it's time I found a new religion Waoh, it
it to the grave, take it to the grave Take it to the grave, I'ma take it to the grave I really don't know her, I seen her on MySpace Looked at her page
only have this smile without the black and white) I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya Although I've got it bad for ya (It's ya boy Berg) I
of safe's like they mausoleum doors getting wet like she walking through my morgue Grant's, Jackson's no room for George yeh, the fear of God's in you
Ah yeah, yeah, it's all 'bout u, one time I'ma say it's all 'bout u baby, yeah Ha ha, for the bitches that think it's all 'bout u It's all 'bout u This
It's all about you It's all about you It's all about you You probably crooked as the last trick, I want it light But how I got myself caught up with
call it hatred That's your flesh, your blood that's sacred For hours they violently torture their daughter Beating her to an inch of her life 'til it's
the parallax view It's real, it's true, it's how we do Let's chill, got take my birth control pill It's ill, when we made it be like bovine When I
Marshall Goodman and the man called Floyd "I" Thanks out to Bad Religion,and the Descendants George Hurry, and Mike Watt To all those flops but only when
marshall Goodman and the man called Floyd I Thanks out to Bad Religion and the Descendants George Hurrly and Mike Watt, to all those flops But only when
a bitch and my cock's soft, the Glock's cocked My hands trembled, my finger's slipped, the wall's red Her life is fucked, she sad now, her son is dead
to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver Life's a salad, I'm a toss it, eat that shit up, Rick Ross it Shit it out, bag it up, sell it, I'm so
history's lies, while mystery's wive's, watching with misty eyes watching they niggas be beaten visciously Battling this world is North America, ran by the river, only
for some love In every club, I see you standing like you want it Well baby if ya got it better flaunt it Let the liquor help you get up on it I'm still
