"Damn that television, what a bad picture Don't get upset, it's not a major disaster There's nothing on tonight," he said "I don't know what's the matter
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head Now I see him every week and every now and then He talks about that night and the peace that came over him Talk about a sign, can I get an amen
kicked in the door I had a job and a piece of land, my sweet wife was my best friend But I traded that for cocaine and a whore With my new found sobriety
good head'll do Turn a freak to a bisexual and if she's flexible Fuck the nigga next to you The world is filled with pimps and hoes We'll just talk
s random but we stay winning, this week has been a bad massage I need a happy ending and a new beginning and a new fitted and some job opportunities thats
ward, 9th and the rest But who's down to knock a head off and wear a vest? Take a flight through that Nolia and then see who represent Not with them thugs
-front crib, yo I'm a get her them pretty bay windows I'm a cop a nice home to provide in A safe environment for seeds to reside in A fresh whip for my
def jam 'Cause I married the streets and Atlanta has been my best man My momma quit her job and now she works for six figures 'Cause I'm a self made nappy headed
may come to life now in their yard with a shotgun and knife Cut the screen Went in and found the kid Blew a bowl of spaghetti in the side of his head,
went in the movies and just chilled and relaxed Chorus: I found a body, I sure as hell could use a buddy I'm lonely, I could use a homie Ever since
come to life, now I'm in their yard with a shotgun and knife Cut the screen, went in and found the kid, blew a bowl of spaghetti in the side of his head
For a couple of songs and a chance to shine Like the star that he longed to be He looked a Hell of a lot like me Well he'd played a lot of places where
a n***a need them/ Prospect for a jack/ Then you can squeeze them/ To his head/ Left him deader than a doorknob/ Chose to rob/ He should have got a muthaf
's they fear me The word was out for lil' kid's not to talk or come near me I'm on a stroll with my nina and my black glove Doin' a job, now I rub a dub
A twenty fed the tank Two bucks fed the band Maybe we could make it Down in jambalaya band In a Meade Lux Lewis bar That's where we found the job Knocking
heart bleeding So, I'm taking the easier way out The angel in my head Is now the devil in my bed If my walls could talk they would shout Baby, you can talk and talk
Straits of Love abused tonight He was working at the docks, when he found out she took another man he left his job and caught a ride and decided to take a
