guns Ridiculous and I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch Two auto-matoes, used to call me fatso Now you call
[Chester Bennington] Together we made it We made it even though we had our backs up against the wall [Busta Rhymes:] See you survived the worst but
day jus like a rosta And u know its M.O.B. live like a mobster Tell me how them project niggas live like the doctors Studied them projects niggas we got our
jus like a rosta And u know its M.O.B. live like a mobster Tell me how them project niggas live like the doctors Studied them projects niggas we got our
a prize, But to live doesn't mean you're alive, Don't worry bout me and who I fire I get what I desire it's my empire And yes I call the shots I am the
we roll independants she a go I'm gon go get Take that queen assure to ya We can live every month baby girl just call me up Waking up mess in some cold
But here goes nothing When I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls Automatic weapons on the floor, but who can you call? My down bitch, one who live
my bitch thats my bitch [Chorus - Elly Jackson] I?ve been waiting for a long long time just to get off and throw my hands up high and live my life and live
I hope you come home soon, soon Girl I will wait for you If it takes a lifetime to do Girl I wait Wait wait wait for you oh Our phone calls will have
Sweet licentious song Lover face, you're a scandal Your body is so wrong, wrong Bless my lips with your Sunlandic kisses Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me While our
I'm not a virgin to you You'll never walk alone Far beyond the several years of shame I live to make you call my name Call my name Guess I should be
Oh, you can mutilate We're gonna celebrate Our emotional poverty Give the answers all away I painted my suitcase red for the reading Which only ended
the night before Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started actin' stupid simply would not quit Called
, let's all flip together 'Cause I'm prepared, kid, for rough weather And we gotta realize, the boys on the east side You call 'em S-A's, I call 'em allies
tell his family an his wife But an argument breaks out, she grabs a knife Tempers esculate to a total rage Shots burst out from a loaded twelve-guage They call
niggas quick to blow your back out (Marc Live) Enough talk, niggas talk too much, let's set it Time to splash bitch niggas, gun fights, paramedics Call
I hooked up with a new crew Some brothas that knew what the fuck to do You might call it a gang but we called it a set And it was our own thang, the