Mold me, break me, all the time hate me Can't you see I'm not what I used to be One way your way I'm on the oher side can't you see I'm not going
I got nothin' for you You can look under my rug I got no smack for you You're entranced from that drug I got no tears for you I got nothin' to worry
Mold me, break me, all the time hate me Can't you see I'm not what I used to be One way your way I'm on the oher side can't you see I'm not going to
Black Heaven Hold back the tears. Your love runs loose in the wilderness. Our silence pushes me under. Soft whispering on the darker you love to me.
Because it's now or never. You don't have to be their puppet boy, You don't have to die. [Chorus] Sooner or later you'll give it a try. It's now or
) H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha bread winners, tha money getters) Those them types that fuck wit me (lets get this m-o-n-e-y) H-o-s-t-y-l-e (tha henny guzzelers
: Mold me, break me, all the time hate me Can't you see I'm not what I used to be One way your way I'm on the oher side can't you see I'm not going to
best to anyone who's left who ever done me Any lovin' way but wrong Tell them that the pride of just the other side of nowhere's Goin' home Just the other
the other side of the coin Yes, there?s much for which I could have done But let him without sin cast the first stone Before you do, there?s a point of view On the other
of L-O-V-E Hatred and attitude tear us entirely Chloe Mitchell Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call
New York motherfuckers where we don't play And out of towners get got like everyday And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's
if any one of my men's die We've been fucked somebody told us a Bent lie (What?) Let's get back to the spot in N.Y. Seven glocks P S P O pops Hit both
my back 'Cos it's hard being black If it ain't the other It's my own color Tryin' to work me Tryin' to hurt me Ain't no L O V E Please tell me why, dear
live And the O.G.'s got something to give That's love, black on black, that's how they made it And if any busters flip, they get faded L.A. is where
E T, O.G.M.C. L.A.P.D., H A T E (Ho) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the dump drops the ammo Time to get wreck with the new style It's '93 and MC's
Yo, yo, what's up, this is MC Ice T I'm here to kick off the M.V.P.S for the 90's You know I'm talkin' about my most valuable player Buddies, ya, know
's why I guess my feelings will have to show How can you hide somethin' that's in your soul? 'Cause there's more to the L O C Than all the violence, baby, that ain't
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