I wish I could tell you what I think about you But I can't All these thoughts are overrated Pile it up, keep it inside now there's nowhere left to hide
As I sit here without you I wonder what I should do to get you in my life then I realized, my time is coming up so I'll just sit here and wait for my
I wish I could see you now After all those times you let me down And I'll tell you how I feel And I'll return the favor after this knife's out of my
I'd get a dream catcher above my bed, If I couldn't keep you out of my head, But that wouldn't help, I'm reaching out for something else. To words we
It's hard to talk when the words are on the tip of your tongue It's hard to make a move when you feel like the only one I'm giving up on you I've made
I'll make it obvious, I'm done with this I don't want anymore I know it's no different than before A waste of time with no time to waste I love to hate
Go face the facts your facts are fiction I'll nod my head, pretend to pay attention never really understand. Cause everything you say is nothing to me
"In the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment
you will discover the light Some say that God is black and the devil's white Well, the devil is wrong and God is what's right I fight with myself in
fuck away from hurr" How could somethin' so simple as general conversation Mean much more than general conversation? Hey You could tell life had beaten him down Like he was in a title fight
shit is raw, comin' at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes, the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (And
Something I can go to the park to Yeah, there you go, alright, I like that, I like that It sound dope (Bust 'em in the eye Shaq) You wanna fight? Come fight
them and look at you If I was you I'd hate me too Louis Vuitton shoes and a whole lot of booze Every other week a different a dude and other crews I
all my fathers that fathered, hold your head up for starters Teach your toddlers, not to be thieves and robbers This that other kind of rap, that leads to true hip hop There's other
in the chest while other suckas out with vests I keep it natural keep it gangsta Fo the thugs who forgot what its like to be a G Remember me Check the title
classics, verbal gymnastics You call me Lucifer go to hell you bastard They call me Devil Boy, they call me Devil Boy The way I come is sick and I'm on some other
I'm gone be right by your side Got much love for my thug I remember when we got our very first little place Not much furniture, but still we had each other
your hands up, raise your hands up) Stead of kisses, we get kicked (Yeah, okay) Growin? up in the projects, I had to stick to the script Every other
