Hot steamy night alone I wait for you. Cold brittle morning alone And I cry for you. And when you finally call, You cloak your moves in the shadows.
And that's what scares me the most You as the host of celebrity lies It's prime time, baby Can't you see in my eyes, it's a Cold war-runnin' in the
the real thugs are dead or in jail Sweatin' in cells, your man Terelle is now madamoiselle We laughin' at Rell, runnin' round yellin "bout society fell
should print my information, quote my rhyme And keep me in between these New York and L.A. Times I was the victim of society, it's 'Cris the menace With
You should print my information, quote my rhyme And keep me in between these New York and L.A. Times I was the victim of society, it's 'Cris the menace
(feat. Clocka, Solomon Childs, Sweetleaf) [Movie Sample] Information, information, information I am the new number two.. Who is number one? You are
