All the ways of the world are attacking me today but I still stand strong, still going on my own way. What you put into life you're gonna get out of
I know that it's not cool, you get up everyday and go to school. But this is the time of your life, you don't get to spend it twice. I remember the first
I know a girl with a glow in her eye. She makes me shy, she don't know. When I'm with her I say to myself, "why can't I get this out?" You need to know
Cover up your face as the wind bites it, blowing frantically I stop and wonder, "What the hell am I doing here?" I see a group of people in the lobby
Where have I gone? I've drifetd away. Everything in me is different today. The feelins from within, the love that I show. Who am I? Where'd ya go? You
me when Im sad, but when Im happy you never got my back. I feel so uncool, maybe Im crazy. But Im crazy for you. Crazy for you. I wake up at 6:30 and
The times not right its another fight. We used to be friends but now we struggle just to get along. What went wrong? The things in my mind say Ill be
So was it you and the way you treated me? Or was it love that drove me crazy? The time has set my heart away. I had to leave, I had to leave soon. Look
I'm sick of all this crap that you've been giving me lately, I'm thinkin' about runnin' now no one can save me. If I had one wish it would be to let
this building And pardon me if I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-of-shit Who you dicks try to kid, flipped
had my pistol in my hand so i knew i had tha power heard footsteps gettin louuder and louuder i ran out tha doe, started bussin wit my 9 6 bullets left
than a dime Y'all might roll with 6 we sit with a 9 See, I'm a sick rapper with a flow that's divine Y'all might flip the flow but don't flip it like
holla I done tightened up on my G dog Wacko outcher flippin' these hoes like see saws Ya man trippin' girl, look we can creep on Ya friends stressin' too, I'll flip
you called the special request Oakland, you know I go way back To coug nuts, fal stangs, and cadillac's When homeboys put vogues on any car With 6 by 9
T-Minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0 Blast Come inside, hello everybody, welcome Think you better be ready for the battle when the shit goes down
Son, my rhymes are like Tech 9's, my techniques are murder, what? [A.G.] I'm strange, deranged, mentally disturbed A lunatic that's soon to flip on
, then that's a fly stitcher If I die nigga, slit my back so my wings can come out [Royce Da 5'9"] I took it ol' school, got the 5-9 in the box Stay