that I need ya, well ok. Oh, the fear of going under is going away. I traded in a diction(?) for this song, I wrapped myself in a blanket and walked away
, chedda, nobody can do it better Whatevea whatevea, ya then I'm going to turn killa Better be knowin' how the game go In touch with the real nigga, nigga I'm
a bitch snake from the back, I make you think you're a backstabber Why I oughtta Stay away from him he ain't no good! [Verse 3:] I'm on a solo mission
cool, in between time of food I got away [Chorus x4] I'm on some other shit Some killed my brother shit I'm out here getting and I'm gone get what
i think i'm dying nowhere to go nowhere to hide no one to trust no on to confide in no going back no going home it's all pitch black big brother's a
I ain't playing no games, I'ma aim for the brain [PJ] It's PJ, the rap hustler Going off, on these player hating suckers I'm from the North, side of
her prim portals ... Oooooooo! Nanny-nan-nanny Don't you think it's about time you started being nice to me Nanny? One day soon I'm going to grow up
get you off my mind I know this can't be love but baby it must be love Thinkin' I'm going all the way, I wanna show you but I'm afraid I know you say
to the pulpit, you're in for it now Are these helicopters for me? Have I been appointed to speak? Then I'm going to hell And I'm taking the renaissance
it bout it Chorus x4 I'm a represent my hood till I die And when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P
Otherwise you'r going to the spyke ward. Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin
Guten, alle Bosen Folgen ihrer Rosenspur. Kusse gab sie uns und Reben, Einen Freund, gepruft im Tod; Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben, und der Cherub steht
snake from the back, I make you think you're a best friend then Why I oughtta Stay away from him he ain't no good! Verse 3: I'm on a solo mission to
the pulpit. You're in for it now. Are these helicopters for me? Have I been appointed to speak? Then I'm going to Hell, and I'm taking the renaissance
Written by Christopher Ward, David Tyson, and Tina Arena I've got night vision, I can find my way home I don't get nervous when I'm out on my own I've
that day And the judge got mad and he put me straight away I wake up every morning to the work bell clang Me and the warden go swinging on the Charlotte
