I'm pissed I'll aim my fist At the dry wall Next time There will be no next time I apologize Even though I know it's lies I'm tired of the games I just
the sky. It's a bird it's a plane. Nah baby girl, that's a shootin star with your name. I ain't gonna lie, I've told a lot of lies and played a lot
They told me you have found your love You moved in locked up and put out your blues Well all God's children got to grow up And play house, make vows
White houses in neat little rows Contrasting against the sky Tumble down black shacks over the tracks Children so hungry they could cry The chrome the
me (Me) (Ha aha) Then we'll be breakin up A good excuse to leave and then that's when I'm callin' you (Callin' you) To head over your house (Your house
-Saxon, Armani exchange the reins Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last Brand new whips to crash, then we laugh in the iller path The Villa house
will eat you alive I will eat you alive And there'll be no more lies There'll be no more lies There'll be no more lies There'll be no more lies I will
back when you had your shine But you run the same thing every time when you rhyme Can't stop, won't stop, no compromise It's a house of cards built out of lies
you go I'm down with you Even if they don't think so They don't know how we do Look at me funny 'coz of what they say Girl, all of the lies and things
Ross on my hip and I gots to pack one Just like Little Eazy-E told you and me ?Nigga, never leave the house without packin' a gun? And that's real,
Hear the little kids scream, they don't know I got wings 'Til I sprinkle them with the dreams and I hit 'em with the gift Say bye bye to them haters No more lies
: Always, always . . . What am I? What am I? A thug always, -ways, -ways. Uh-huh, uh-huh. Krayzie: Niggas look out. We in the muthafucka house. We in
It was a cold morning, gloomy, sun barely shining Figured it was gon' rain today, so I'm in Sit around the house until the thunder storms slacks off Look
weed Look me in my eyes (Look me in my eyes) and tell me what you see (and tell me what you see) Can you see my future, and what lies down the line
clinic Now hit it, oh lawdy, look at shawty Mission hit your boy for a four and a forty Miss done get your Ford for a house - "Help me homie" See, I can
tilta whirl 3 shots for a dollar Win a real live doll All the lies that you tell I believed them so well Take them back Take them back To your red house
Chorus: I am in love with the lies, the love, the rise, the wrongs, They told me that it wouldn't be night for long! The lights, the love, the rise, the
't sit around my house and pout If you do you'll catch your mama tippin' now Do your duty If you make your own bed hard That's the way it lies I'm tired