I'm in love with the faces Of a thousand nameless girls And I'm in love with the chases For the unattainable I'm in love but I'm tasteless I only want
drop Drop by drop The camera flash casts shadows from their egos Sing a song like you wrote it Puppets don't think, puppets just dance Make a face like
so evil I don't know why I'm still surprised Even angels have their wicked schemes And you take that to new extremes But you'll always be my hero Even
shit out: I got my nigga Layzie Bone in the muthafuckin' house Bizzy Bone in the muthafuckin' house, Wish Bone And the muthafuckin' bomb is in the muthafuckin' house
straight down to business I need me some distance to run when I carry gun An' I'm a be like quick on my feet You try to be a hero my nine milli, you an
it in The rush of your lips, the feel of your name The beat in your heart, the devil's arcade You said "Heroes are needed, so heroes get made" Somebody
is fixed That's why we don't be fuckin with politics They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house
my mouth you think i wanna steal dollar bill's outcha house even though you think ima animal i dont give a damn (i dont give a damn) a true hero under
the glamourest gear, show and prove How I move, you know hammer is near, never fool Appear rude, though my manner is there, get it straight Say my grace before stuffing my face
slap the bitch She shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like I'm rich It took place late night on February 17th Hands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine
is the violet's Here's my number baby, when you get home, dial it up I'll be your man and you can be my lady And you can come to my house, and we can
house, the house is on the hill The hills are on FIRE, it started in the fields Smoke inhalation, no ventilation No fire station, no assimilation Minus the heroes
He got the bone (HE GOT THE BONE!) Smashed into a post, I jumped outta my car Hopped over a wall, runnin' through someone's yard Ran into a house, the
no thang Rapper dies of AIDS but you hardly mention Rocker blows his face off and becomes a legend Heroin and a shot gun and a hero was made Maybe I
old backbone prone I give you stuffed animals, sprinkles on a chocolate cone You turn your face up Your body shaved legs to the waist up You feelin' sad, face
gear, show and prove How I move, you know hammers is near, never fool Appear rude, though my manners is there, get it straight Say my grace, before stuffing my face
