you?ll believe Why don?t you think about the lack in consequences? Because I?m mad for you and what you pulled me into I can?t stay another day I feel that every other day
Lookin' just to score another deal With my back against that damn eight ball I didn't have to think or talk or feel My life was just an old routine Every day
I used to tell you that you're hair looked fly Kiss you slow and stare in your eyes Now I talk real foul and slick Every other sentence is, "You make me sick" Back
hot I?m hot coz I?m fly You ain?t coz you?re not (Mims) This is why This is why This is why I?m hot This is why I?m hot Catch me on the block Every other day
love it when you shake it, hehe Love it when I'm with you baby I got a fetish with fucking you with the skirt on On a back street in the back seat of
six inch long Back up in the, heezy Baby He's Sha-day! He's so crazy! Hahaha! Gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White Pickets outside the Interscope offices every
the booth staring back to see who's mugs i get a reaction from, usually the first thumb(?) was from proof and the rest of the group backed him up and no one lied to each other
unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors Locking down every block and put up metal detectors Protectors and be sure that you stand close Watch each others backs
Downpour torrential, power of the vengeful This was all triggered by the sub-conscious central Sweet dreams are hideous lets not confuse those Bad dreams will find you confine you to circles Every other
in the other room and We're just having fun too (so I'd like to signify the monkey that's in back of you) All I want to do is get rid of all the wack
Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by Detroits legendary demon lopatara Staring you right back
all against you Hatin on you, the bitches and niggas sayin you wack When everything you got workin is play in the back Go back to crack Go back to sprayin
a pretty Bentley Nigga my niggas will ride for me, you should see all the things They buy for me, it's obvious how I spend my time around ballers All day
And all through the days And all through the nights The cars and trucks rolled on by And he slept through it all just fine Every night he slept just fine Sometimes she'd stare
x) Isn't it something? Nothingman... She once believed...in every story he had to tell... One day she stiffened...took the other side... Empty stares
back at high school drama Didn't try to fix what we thought were problems Done with writing empty letters Is there no other way? Staring at your reflection every
did it end? Do you remember Back in the fall Wed be together All day long Do you remember Us holding hands In each others eyes Wed stare (tell me)