She's biting her nails and grinding her teeth The next thing I know she's all over me I swear I swear just hold me close and he'll disappear So call me crazy
hips She's biting her nails and grinding her teeth The next thing I know she's all over me I swear I swear just hold me close and he'll disappear Call me crazy
me. We never make love and that makes me feel ugly. You push and you shove me, you pull my hair. Grab me around the throat then you choke me and stare
Police Dispatcher .. He's headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running
has eternal reward So I'm a carry mine [Verse 3:] Dog don't get it twisted This a call to discipleship Losing your life That's the call a disciple gets
surely one day soon All she wants is some breathing room If not tomorrow surely one day soon Excuse me did she say She wished she went away And not return
nigga, you made me crazy You shoulda slayed me as a baby Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven And you ain't even gotta pay me I take pleasure of layin' a
up Jukes me, A week later y'all be shot the fuck up Born a healthy baby, I wasn't always crazy This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me
copped out, does that make me a quitter? In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut If I get
with a little shine Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind They say I'm fuckin' crazy, they think I'm out my mind Cause I'm down to bust a nigga
fantastic if we try just for a day never call me when am down never look for the key its all in your mind try and find a better you and slip away with
22 not much bigga than my fanga a when chesta pistol grip pump us a head ranga a two shot daraga nine lil milana abig fourty glock just call me the gun
you a taste of reality Welcome to my art show Its not about a salary Take two of these a day and burn a couple calories Me and the mic are like Mickey
gave him directions He gave me a tuna can Then he stopped in his tracks And he said, "Hey Goat! Would you like to live with me? I've got a house with a pick-up truck In a
by (you gon' call me) Super B-A-D, ba-by (you gon' call me) Super B-A-D, ba-by (you gon' call me) Super B-A-D, ba-by (you gon' call me) Warning, from
the stock At least once a day to get 12 months play I supply the high so you can put your blunts away Here, take a pull of this and get bent One hit'll
our obsessions, If we were our afflictions, I'd be joining you. We need a reflection, We need a really good memory. Feel free to call me a little more