Straight Kill Him Baby I Felt The Love And He Wasn't Going 2 Take The Only Love In My Heart And Now I'm Sittin Here Rotting In This Hell Hole 4 U And
your hand does it speak to you? You give me puppies. Puppies, puppies Puppies in my heart Sad sad puppies As long as we're apart. She's better then sex just to talk to, and
THE HEART OF A GOOD MAN AND WE STOOD ON THAT SHORE THE WAVES LAPPING AT OUR FEET AND WE WATCHED OUR DREAMS DRAWN SLOWLY OUT TO SEA AZURE ABYSS DEEP AND
a chip on my shoulder I got a flee in my ear I wear my heart on my sleeve I got a ticket for the train And I'm ready to leave I got a rockin' pneumonia and
became the darlings of this thing called rock and roll, ooh Here I am a record on a jukebox A little piece of plastic with a hole, ooh Play me Buy me and
am I supposed to love in a world full of push and shove How am I supposed to breathe in a world full of lust and greed Well I guess I'll have to live
Out of everyone, you took the time to see What seemed impossible, And all our lives, we have tried to fill this void, with another hole like guns and
I've tried to love. But it ends up breaking. I've given my heart. It's gotten stomped upon. Crucify my emotions Doing it in front of everyone. Tears
fire and brimstone His lavish life of luxury It fills my heart with such envy But this place is not what it seems And the real hell is your life gone wrong and
up, and now them niggaz swearin they Pac Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain't forgot bout cha These glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the bitch
Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped And they
dreams No jokers, no jacks, just kings and queens And we should leave the clubs alone and take trips to islands Give you all of my heart and flood your
Tongue in cheek till a hole burns out her mouth, And fingers crossed like the promise of cub scouts, And we know that the picture in her heart shaped
a Billin, Top I never stop, with Serch and Sam drillin it Soul in the Hole, MC's workin Kickin it, vickin, the suckers who be jerkin Me and my posse are
s no contest I leave you wit two holes one in yo dome one in yo chest an Elliot Ness he wouldn't have made it on the West and yes I know you mutha fuckas
and get suicide Oh, please, just like this disease You're weak in the heart and weak in the knees So back off and line em up and I know we've all
'em Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin' Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never full Bullet proof windows and
in my eye dawg and I can't see I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be And niggas trying to take my life away I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with