killing me inside Killing me inside I see you can breathe inside My brain is obsessed with sorrow Killing me inside My brain is obsessed with sorrow I see you can breathe inside
kill with a smoking gun, Echo: (with a smoking gun) Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh I know you'd come, Ready to kill,
is have some fun Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard Help me, I broke apart my insides Help me, I've got no soul to sell Help me, the only thing that works for me Help me
I brought her Then, got myself into a whole heap of trouble Double-crossed by the law, so there's nobody to run to, yeah It's just me and my sawed-off
) Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! Hahaha) Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!) And de gargon summary And any man dat come test me (Test me) Me
feel good to me, I promise, I promise Not to ever, ever leave this night life alone This me, me too, this me and me three Have mercy Take me where the
know Baby yeah, I can't hide what I feel inside Boy it's killing me baby So why can't they see that I I can't hide what I feel inside Everyone should
and just run inside Cause you keep usin yo' gat commitin homicide Boy I tell ya, Life Is way Too $hort Another brother just got smoked And you killed
in the drop chevy Got my foot on the floor Im hitting switches and my brim is heavy You wanna look inside And see whos crossing the brine Curiosity is killing
back to this 8 mile road I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land Time for me to just take matters into my
, I'm searching for his grave You ask me, stranger, why I made this journey Why cross three thousand miles of rolling waves Like many others, my darling was killed
me Shoot my shadows had enough he?s fed up he left me I?m all alone but I love being lonely We outta the trees me and Moka only Start a single fine line
twice, run your garments Jet to Providence, switch up and back down your Parliament Ironman is laced with a plate inside the dome piece Go off in airports, biographies, prophecies Watch me
From spy satellites, constantly searching overhead, Watching us like we're squirting, a suburban 666 database investigator, Entire race heading for a cyber-space, Riots breaks inside
magnetically Dogg Pound pedigree Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch Only grimy shit, dirty shit, holocaust in thirty-thirty shit Missile flick assassin Sicilian, kill women and kill
rolled us, played us for our merchandise We were in the hallway all day Me, Steve, and Little Ray Probably at first they tried to rob me Back me in the
was all about my ends, fuck friends and foes Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my, my heata Got me a dog, named him Mobb Bitch Nigga Eata