Dont wanna live the normal life Got contraband in my eyes Alcohol and cigarettes, Good white drugs i aint done yet I like to fuck I like to fight Starting
loud for you? Too bad bitch, your gonna finally hear me out this time At first, I'm like all right You wanna throw me out? That's fine! But not for him
sorry for yourself; why don't you take a look at my side of the story for once? (Mother) Ah, yeah sure, 'your side'... well, excuse the fuck out of me for
sorry for yourself; why don't you take a look at my side of the story for once? Ah, yeah sure, 'your side'... well, excuse the fuck out of me for being
thoughts that go through my head In my backyard on a sunday afternoon When I have the house to myself and I am not Expending all that energy on fighting
Symbolic woman sits on his thrown But hatred strips her and leaves her naked. The Beast and the Harlot She's a dwelling place for demons She's a cage for
always have to do everything right Stand up for yourself And put up a fight Walk around with your hands up in the air Like you don't care Cause I'm all right I'm fine
you can do, you have no time There’s no one there to catch her now she’s falling Why should you care, you’re doing fine CHORUS: Passion Reason: Now
kno [Verse 1:] You was always trippin For no reason As if something was on your mind Then when I asked you what was wrong You carried on like we were fine
for long Battles, many we fought, side by side Through foreverdark woods we did ride Now your journey has reached the end of its trail For today was
towers, trees, skyscrapers Writers, prize fighters and Wall Street traders We come together on the subway cars Diversity unified, whoever you are We're doing fine
about you I'm tearing it out. A simple goodnight, stop fighting, There's nothing left to even read about. I'm leaving you here my darling, to search for
Now here’s another winnin ripoff Gettin money, eatin fine cuisine like buttered shrimp and rice pilaf Stay heavily armed, alakun salom Watch you bitch ass suffer til you got to beg for
Yo Bus a Bus, (UHH) rockin to the beat (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yi-yeah yea) Floss time, Busta Rhymes shine on every primetime Mastermind gettin this paper now cross the fine
, For us to conversate all it takes to make an impression, Like a teacher lecturing, When I speak, she taking lessons, But every time we argue and fight
hair brown and curly She love the way my ride shinin pearly City boys say she fine a pretty In the country boys say she fine and 'purrty' My pockets
Y'all ready for this? Ha! I don't think so! Yeah! Oh, listen to this! We gonna come at ya! [Redman] Cypress Hill! Yo yo yo - all my niggas say jump up
But I gotta let you know I wanna get back to the old days When the phone would ring And I knew it was you I wanna talk back and get yelled at Fight for
