Sangtekster:
Five O S Empty Heart

don?t answere the phone and my questions are from outer space you?re fallen into nasty things and i now realize you never knew me I?ll write you a song about my empty heart

still have work to do Now I'm working nine to five like I can earn my own salvation But there is no condemnation in You Oh wisper to me now it's for

what's up now nigga yee-ah L-O-C to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain Insane loc so a nigga don't give a fuck It's in the hearts so these

empty soda cans I got your bitch up in my rover man I never kiss her, I never hold her hand In fact I diss her, I'm a bolder man Imma pimp her, it's

and go bam! You say I'm insane, now it's time to let my Motherfuckin' nut's hang and spit on you nigga's I don't need star's on my chest to make my fuckin

ball This is a movie and every movie must go off But this gangsta doesn't die like O-Dogg Say what up Blood! What da lick Reid!? Five star general and

your love, oh baby, oh baby, oh It's five o'clock in the morning, the city is so silent Can't you hear the lonely beat of my heart It's five o'clock

gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their empty stances

motherfucker it's on [the gang] Ay come on bad a$$ let's do it nigga, it's on now nigga Ay ay nigga What's up nigga (what's up) Ay nigga Nigga the homie