down the streets without using my feet all i need is to switch on my tv set 20 kinds of shit to chose from and wait living in my room and i don't feel
'd have to be like you And stay everynight locked in my house and scared. It's something in my head It keeps me burning inside and keeps me going my way
off my chest, It's in your best interest, I keep my self control but i'm scared inside, Put that gun away no one wants to die, I see my life flash by
gun off my chest, It's in your best interest, I keep my self control but i'm scared inside, Put that gun away no one wants to die, I see my life flash
I'd have to be like you And stay everynight locked in my house and scared. It's something in my head It keeps me burning inside and keeps me going my
walking down the streets without using my feet all i need is to switch on my tv set 20 kinds of shit to chose from and wait living in my room and i don
would it take for a boy about my age to hear cheers in his head upon that stage And the cheers that would drowned out the tears from my brown eyes Come
universe My mind keeps playing tricks And although, you're the only home I know As if by magic, thoughts of you are gone And now, I'm keeping my head
to nowhere, 'cause you're holding me down Your urge for my flesh just scares me, don't you follow me around You're walking in my shadows and in my
long that Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone I'm a man of the land, I'm into discipline Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin But if
for the day to shake To all of you who've wronged me I am, I am a zombie Again, again you want me to fall on my head I am, I am, I am a zombie How low
got a little secret for ya! I never sleep, when comes the night! But everytime I smack my fingers - I switch back into the light! My Moon belongs to your Sun, Your fire is burning my
your radio waves it plays and plays, 'till it stays stuck in your head for days and days, who would of thought, standing in this mirror bleachin' my
I've hired a arson To set fire to carpet And burn up your entire apartment I'm a liar to start shit (?) Got your bitch wrapped around my dick So tight
nigga alive, understand that And you my offspring, the boss sting A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that Nas the king, where my bricks, where my
die in LA (Let my angel sing) Chorus Outro: Makaveli This go out for 92.3, and 106 All the radio stations that be bumpin my shit Makin my shit sells
