can't help to pity the fool that's in you I can't seem to brush off the fact that you're helping the problem One word contributes to this mess If society
player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the
player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city
said "Look,there's Monster growin under his arm" We were so shocked we couldn't even run (uhgh) And they declared his arm public enemy number one
way he flamboyantly shook his hand When he would wave to her She thought nothing of it and just shoved it in the closet Until the day that word dripped
way he would wave his hand When he would wave to her, she never though anything of it And just shoved it in the closet until the day the word dripped
your mind, in your mind One foot on Jacob's ladder And one foot in the fire And it all goes down in your mind In your mind, in your mind Sunday words
s gonna change it nothing's gonna change it now She's so fine She'll be mine Forever and ever All right - no one's gonna break it no one's gonna shake
the way To be in one place but sway? Anyway the wind's blowin' You are love, you are love You are monsters and angels Untouched, unseen All in one, all in one
and Pepa is a team Mad Lion representin' VP, you know how we do You 'bout to say to yourself, what, what? Say one, then some The paper can't understand One
I don't care.. if I never get over you.. I don't care.. if I never get over you.. [Nipsey Hussle] Look, sprung is not the word We so deep in lust, with
everytime Hainus asked "What happened to mommy?" the family fought back the tears. My brother tried to give Hainus the life a boy deserves, but ever since the plant closed
in front of you, embarrassed but you lent a heart and hand that only you could you're one of my best friends and yes I'd take that bullet for you That's my word
bleed out the eye socket Out smarted any fool that ever tried to come close The barrel of my snub is pointed right above they nose Bullet holes cover your close
one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One taste of you my Magdalena
Yo, hunters and gatherers, Nomads in Attica Radical terrorists and those who tally up the data What matters most is they can boast But scatter when toast is close
would not end until one of them died No room did they have for an error to make For the future of life was the trophy at stake But one of the warriors
life was the trophy at stake But one of the warriors flouted the rules And with cunning and guile had the other one fooled As he held up his hands in
