the children was my gung-ho attitude to use my tongue and lash and lick them up then pick them up then just fix them up then mix them up with a knowledgeable
a crack in the mirror, there's blood on the floor There's an empty bottle of vodka that says you're not needed any more There's a crack in the mirror,
[Intro] Yea this is for gangsta's only The dance floor's packed and them thangs is on me These cats wanna hate cause they dangers on me We strapped in
world the One that's after ya Had His Son to die to provide a blood bath for ya You do the math and ya come up with love that's just his character He
up put her in the ride and drove it home To find a resting place so her soul can roam What kinda girl could make a man just crack The bitch really
[Shaggy] I sit up at night, it's at least 3 or 4 Blood drippin out my knuckles From knocking skin on drywall I see a face like flashlights on they chins
yo niggaz it's the final call I can't stall Daz put me on the liquor hit Cause I'm fed up and tired of that broke shit Steady on the grind I got to get
hos And yeeah, I got white phones, got black phones, I got crack weed in the floor So get on the grind, Get on some lime,Get on mine, let ya mind take
young squad get a riot on If he testify like common see the fire up on me If you know what's best muthaf**ka get yo quite on These niggaz starving out
I got down for Dancing on the ceiling with that lip On the ground floor of the building You`d leak anything from document to poison To stand on your brother
on) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it get it on the floor (that's right) [Verse -
hope you wear a fuckin bullet proof vest Just purchased the charter arms .38 Then you entered the confetti hell gate On the pee(?) floor bloody towels on
on cars that's why they give him On-Star Straight blood, when I walk in, throw on the red light bulbs Then I throw my pinky ring on and writin up the
wood Drag is under rated, my coke is heavy weighted Y'all wanna be a blood, well that's wut I'ma soak your face in Coughin up blood, I soften up thugs
lights on and now I cut the porches lights on just to let them know their foresights wrong where this rapper going with that obscure ice on he a lame
thighs sweat on my ears fly's on my back cum over here let me cum on that crack beers over here sluts over their fuck me up and see more blood
times without riggin the deck So I'm well prepped if you just want war There'll be blood everywhere, you be laying on the Louboutin floor It's raw, you
many of your men loyal, When i pull up looking for you, With a pistol sipping on a can of pennzoil I'm revved up, who said what would lead bust ur head