village in the hills house buried to the window sills in snow In a prison yard at night an Alsatian barking for the stars to go In the attic of a house
visions of makin' a classic, then my world turned black Like I was starin' out of Stevie Wonders glasses It's kinda hard to imagine like Kanye West Comin' back from his
I've had a question that's been preying on my mind for some time I won't be wagging my tail for one good reason It has to be a crime This dog house never
has brought us here It's a birth that has changed our lives It's a place that I hope, we'll be leaving soon And I fear for the year in his eyes And it
door but the fucker never made it The sound of the 9 went BANG [shot] And all over the wall was his mothafuckin' brain 'cause I'm a nigga you can't sleep
shattering glass instead fear sits patiently Fear almost smiles when you finally see him Though you have kept him waiting for thirty-three years And now he has let himself in And he has
alive from the world of streets, baddest beats And bashed up a lotta MC's to find my seat So cover your chest, protect your head If a rhyme catches your mind sleep
begins Puts the nine to his head it all comes to an end About to pull the trigger as he takes his last breath He remembers when he dies his kids inherit his
on the loose It seems he has done many many more Quotes john milton on the walls in the victim's blood The police are investigating at tremendous cost In my house he wrote * his
chemical grit, you can't be serious We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches And life and death between a matter of inches You know That fo' four that handle his
Johnny Got A Brand New Job And A Shiny New Company Car His Boss Really Likes Him As He Pats Him On The Back And Says "Son You're Gonna Go Real Far" Gonna
Slate up And tell them the money man has slipped and got his throat cut And everything that we took from the warehouse I heard somebody talkin' about it at the White House
breeze you ain't know? " I say "what? " "big time got popped in his benzo!" I said "damn man, I'm riding in his lexus
glassgreenhouse.) Pilate arose. And washed his hands. I washed my hands; I cleared dust of them; I can see specks of blood laughing upon them. Pilate washes his hands. He arose and washed his
me with they baseball bats I can't sleep at night my mind start playing tricks I'm having nightmares the ghetto's trying to kill me bitch I'm paranoid, I sleep
up Now Mr Feel Nothing saves his tears inside of a cup and he drinks. And he forgets that he's an asshole Jealous of his ghosts and doubts that he even has
that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire 17 inch momo's like magic on his tires Girl that's Juvenile, you don't know he on fire 17 inch momo's like magic on his
to do a friend a favor Doesn't cost me to be nice But nothing gets you nothing Everything has got a little price! Master of the house Keeper of the