truth or they will show you the hell Innocent Won't live forever So just think for a while So just think for a while The devil's got a disguise Get the devil
of control- Full of feelings I can't define ! [Hyde] It's a sin with no name- [Lucy] Like a hand in a flame- [Hyde] And our senses proclaim [
free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a
their beat in vain And when the hardest part is over, we'll be here And our dreams will break the boundaries of our fear The boundaries of our fear
falls splash in your heart Ran like sadness down the window into your room The space between our wicked lies Is where we hope to keep safe from pain Take my hand
stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you
but I'm the motherfucker Motherfuckers, this the last supper Look, no hands, I'm a bread cuffer I don't dare love her, I'm a dare devil I don't fear
And there ain't a nigga that can fuck wit that We split up, we tied up, my nigga wassup wit that Lettin' the devil get in, to the pen, devils pretendin
Within the right to take mine Take it to the top with a dream from the block Didn't believe, now they got they hands out Make me feel bad with the weight
lemme close the door Don't be comin to this muthaf**ka knockin Lookin for some action I'ma tell you right now what's happenin Nigga it's our time and
we were always considered evil Now they tryin' to bust our only code of communicating with our people Let's peep the game from a different angle Matt
dad but I'm tha ma fucka Ma fuckas Dis tha last supper Look no hands I'ma bread cuffer I dont dare lover I'm a dare devil I dont fear nun Mafucka
from the moon Cus you don't get sun, you just get it soon Turn your I.D. to a tomb Goons are us, the foods for us We eat with our hands, no fork and
s like when I be tearin' it up in Paris Motherfuckers parler on the m-i-c It's all ooh la la and ahh oui oui Sippin' vin blanc in our lingerie Choppin
I'll hold your hand when you are feeling mad at me When the monsters they wont go, The windows, they wont close, I'll pretend to see what you see How
My Hands In The Air And Scream Top Of Da World The Champs Have Arived Thanks For The Applaud You Are Far Too Kind Now Pass Us Our Award (Mack Maine)
