I could be the villain in your little book of break-ups [Incomprehensible] I could be a page in your little book of break-ups Break ups, break ups (I'
' drug dealin', some people say I'm a villain Went from choppin' in the house, to the top of rap gettin' millions So watch your mouth, unless you ready to bleed
house about to pop my p's my niggas done swoop me up about twelve fifteen what's the first thing to do but find that weed in that sedan de ville cadilac
's just a nut and he's cracking Hammer goes down, brakes all scream Me and a couple of empty carriages Slide down hill, still Next stop, bad dreams ville
myself in the mirror Or that I didn't like the kind of person I saw No I'm talking about an actual literal kind of stranger here Like the villain in
you are, where you from (This is projects) I don't give a hell what you spit (Urban wolves) Who you are, where you from And who the hell you be gettin' (Dream
trip Killing tried, stockade fight Silver's villains quit Abandonment, to Silver's hand A cunning pack is made Trick or treat, make scoundrels bleed
in my sword Thou bloodier villain than terms can give thee out Thou losest labor, as easy mayst thou The intrenchant air with thy keen sword impress as make me bleed
I could be the villain in your little book of break ups I could be a page in your little book of break-ups (I'm never letting go) I tear into myself
Sometimes the men, mostly from the women I hear voices saying that's the super-villain (Uhh, I hear voices) Mostly from the women, I hear voices... super-villain
I?m a child of the night, homie I don?t sleep My crew, we slow creep while you?re counting your sheep We bang on anybody stepping up to bleed in the street
, some people say I'm a villain went from choppin' in the house, to the top of rap gettin millions so watch your mouth, unless you ready to bleed cause
pagans awaiting death While life is lived in the lines of the pavements Creating off seeds, we all bleed and thirst for blood Invading [?], chasing dreams