Pull the metal shards Thin my clotted blood Oh my rotted skin Oh my burning skies I will close my eyes I will close my eyes Oh the jaws of life (x
a world of scary monsters and high tech advances I try to do what I do with love instead of with anger And when sometimes I bite my nails 'cause real life
I'm caught up in the jaws of life What can heal can also tear you up inside Writing down your own anthem You don't like the older one I would stand at
my rotted skin Oh my burning sky I will close my eyes I will close my eyes Oh the jaws of life Oh the jaws of life Oh the jaws of life
Translation: Dusty Springfield. Jaws Of Life.
all the cards But I won't back down, oh, no I won't back down, oh, no Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinsons Make like Michael J Fox in the jaws
And the balls in my court and it's lonely On top of the world when you're the only One with the balls and your shorts To leave them jaws on the floor
This is the life, nigga that's the life Guns n' roses mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the life, nigga that's the life
I used to ride in a rental Lebaron Now you can catch me in the SLR Mercedes Mclaren (Hey, Kim, what up?) Gotta put the doors up, haters pick ya jaws
And I can't hear What you're saying, what you're doing to me And can't you see It would take the jaws of life to pry open your words So pry open your
& B singin shit I ain't got the time I'd rather bust yo'ass up with some screwed and chopped let me test ya jaws and let me stretch out ya cotton I'm
in my limelight My kids and my wife and my life got my mind right Now, what do you do when they spray with the AK Retaliate n-gga cause ya life full of
Oh God, Oh God, life is real life is when you wanna sing Polly-Wally-Doodle all the day, Well you know, I may well be a sequel to Jaws, in which a shark
night You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight Night creatures calling, the dead start to walk in their masquerade There's no escaping the jaws
are crackin' Suburban monkeys break ghetto habits Body guns loaded for a dime See 'em shed their celebrity skin for a life of trash and crime Cool zero
't ready for Shakwon and Reggie Don't even bother, the radio for back-up, alright then Your man got slapped up, extorted for his ice an' Street life
down quite flat You can battle me up and get your money right back Crack niggaz clap niggaz wit the fo' kid The newspaper shit Known for crackin niggaz jaws
to back If it was 1950, do you think I'd sell, no They probably throw me straight to jail I tell you life just ain't what it used to be Between you
