Singer is a crook, whoa-ey-oh singer is a crook, whoa-ey-oh singer is a crook, whoa-ey-oh kitchen is for cook, whoa-ey-oh scissors at the barber, whoa
Dre-zie'll Have to step in every once in a while to save me To make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say things Sometimes I forget what other
down... [Chorus] Step by step, heart to heart, left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win But the battle
of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul? Got tired of small time livin, niggaz tellin me no I got MINE, FUCK THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that
and take a trip out I make you niggaz jump up bitches they want to love us Open in all over my clit straight watching the niggaz cum up Other bitches
of the... Destructive path that we're on, Two psychopaths, but we know that no matter, How many knives we put in each other's backs!!! That we'll have each other
him and nothing else Everyday there is a battle that rages The conquest will always be love I live for her right here and now No exit sign no other
move. Always gonna be an uphill battle And sometimes I'm gonna have to lose. It ain't about how fast I get there, Ain't about whats waiting on the other
it move Always gonna be a uphill battle Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose Ain't about how fast I get there Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
make it move Always gonna be an uphill battle Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose Ain't about how fast I get there Ain't about what's waitin' on the other
of the Destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we Know that no matter how many knives we put in each others backs That we'll have each others
other side It's a wild wild west I'm doing my best I'm at the borderline of my faith, I'm at the hinterland of my devotion In the frontline of this battle
lips Now its on, on site, if I see you I'mma sin ya If I catch you in traffic I'mma gift ya somethin in ya Letcha battle with death for the prize of life
the projects A fly brother that is hard to figure I punch hos and I smack up niggers Because I'm a pimp and a player Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other
mention, keep dancin _Five Fingers Of Death_, _Fists Of Fury_ St. Valentine's Day Massacre on a jury Wanna convict me for kickin black on wax I walk the street with a battle
joga It's a fight, it's a fight and you finally belong Got a shiner now and it's more than a battle scar More than a battle scar, such a good, good story
ve been through stormy weather Get back together And do it over again Instead of me being your woman I feel like I'm your opponent I want this battle
