like it rough I, I like it rough I, I like it rough Won't go without my fix tonight It's a little too rough Prom girl wipes her tears with silver lines
wolly bully, looking high, looking low, Gonna scare you up and shoot ya, mister charlie told me so. Well you take my silver dollar, take those silver dimes, Fix
you spare me over til another year My mother came to my bed Placed a cold towel upon my head My head is warm my feet are cold Death is a-movin upon my
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo, Oh, Yo Rae... I can't feel my face My heart pounding and shit (audible heart) Paranoid as a motherfucker right now, who
my shoulders now Is bearing down and it seems There's just no easy way out No easy way out Read your daily fiction, 'Superman is dead' Crushing coins of silver
you spare me over til another year My mother came to my bed Place a cold towel upon my head My head is warm my feet are cold Death is a movin upon my
When I walk alone into the night They know my voice, they know my name My need for love, my fear of heights So I keep my wit, my running game My shoulders
all work I'm throwing on all switches to see which ones don't work Wish that I could leave my room tonight The fast attack on my compressor's way too
have my shit corrrect, ya heard I'm in the ruber in the sand, gettin a tan playin frisbee With this quarter piece, sippin on coladas gettin dizzy On the celly with my
this thing is gonna kill you. Something in my throat made my next words shake, and something in the wires made the light bulbs break. There was glass inside my
the putrid gore Merely whetting my taste buds I am disposed to fix up some more Candle-light flickers off my best china The silver's been polished
you ready? Yeah, ha ha ha} Like to take a cement fix Be a standing cinema Dress my friends up just for show See them as they really are Put a peephole in my
mind the time, they really won't go Where they ever ? I stand surrounded here, imaginary interfere Supersonic architecture Spanish castle cream Press my hands against my
dysfunctional fun In the cancerous sun With my co-dependent hon Eating greasy, greasy hot dogs on a buttered up bun Silver lining Silver lining where'd you go? Silver lining Silver
Watch us work this *echos* Three-hundred and forty pounds, this God will get down With verbal smacks, bustin gats, jiggin nines in yo' backs I don't play that, my silver
s better than the way it's being run. Oh the groundwork's laid, No Don't be afraid, I'm sure that I can fix it, When I figure out the physics. Chorus My
believe the silver line clouds Scrutinize crowds, my surroundings Get suspect, we start four-poundin' shit Picture me up in the mix With the next man broke and is on my
You wanna size me up my nigga then wear a scope 'Cause you gon see me on MLK and on T.V. I ain't got no fear, my nigga I was born to wait right here