be very sexy or even cute but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit i said you need a man who's got finesse and his whole name across his chest
for you, I did it for you So I could show you that his grace is right here for you I did it for you, I did it for you So I could show you that his grace is
very sexy or even cute but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit i said you need a man who's got finesse and his whole name across his chest
you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright, yeah yeah I need a ho in
we have a deal Then you told everybody I gave you the car foreal Soon as I called you up to ask you bout what I hear You told me you could lie and you
in my eyes? You think it's for you? You think you read minds? You better watch where you're putting those hands, You better stop if you're making
me, you can do nothing Oh Jerusalem, you're traditions have deceived you I've chosen you, you haven't chosen me Do whatsoever, you asking my name he
you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy
trying to reload Got my index on the trigger Screaming why am I selling figure Introduce you to your digger Put your ass beside the vicar See I know where you hang You
you think it can't happen to you? Cause I'm a broad? till I start clapping at you Pull out the sword take a couple steps turn around like a western Spin
, face facts, It's your decision, You don't need eyes to see, You need vision, Continue to view the lord as being separated And you'll be living a lie
I'll be out tha fuckin door. [Chorus:] Six shooter on my side, I ma ride, They ain't never takin me alive, They never takin me alive This is a life of
, you gotta earn your wings To control your own, you gotta burn your strings To hit blackjack, you gotta turn a king But to live forever, all you gotta do is
night It is what it is in this buiss you live When you die thats when your records sales sky high He tryin to rep while he alive his heart still beatin
, what a fuck up (fuck) On the block hollering at bitches like 'fuck you, you stuck up' But what could a shorty see in a jerk, a man when she leave? A
s like myself inside is mad at you We still got a whole lot of songs to rip, a whole lot mo' microphones to grip I hear you on records spitting your name
name. (What a shame.) I was the mistake. His only sons clone named Jonathan. A fake. I felt I lost a distant friend when he passed away in his last November