Verse 1: Help me find the love that I once knew Broken, beaten, busted, black and blue Sarah screamed into the sham Holding on to Jesse's name Chorus
Verse 1: Given the need to know I've called you on all I've seen A record for the unknown As blatant as these from me Arranged for the world to see As
Verse 1: A note, a shot, a photograph For all the times we ever laughed A wink, a nod to every time I knew You were turning my head... Like tops upon
thoughts Damned only your cross and go back home Verse 2: By now, you should've found your way out Calmed down and I don't even notice Go on as often
how could this have happened again? Chorus: Oooh Love, Hold On Tear Me, Ready Or Not Fools fall reckless As pieces fall to the ground Pre Bridge: Oooh trying to hold on
Verse 1: Dead, fall to the grip of the wicked Run into the depths of the trenches Go, never return from resentment Choked by every word that I've witnessed
[Chorus: P. Diddy] Special delivery!!! Yeah come on, Special delivery!!! This the remix!!! Special delivery!!! Ha ha ha ha!!! Special delivery!!! Come on come on
on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel swervin Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm livin in hell Just let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for
Smoking lye watching time fly, waiting for death Dear God I been feeling like I'm close to Jesus Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking trees Keep my eyes on
(feat. Lakim Shabazz (Flavor Unit)) (Ooh What you say Come on) My deejay is dope, def, real death-defyin Competators, get with mental def tryin The
[Spoken] We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding
a death wish, but the heat can make you suffer My attitude - fucked up! But you still continuing to act up! What the hell cap Puerto Rican, feeling your ass D can Like on
suggest you do not My chain is hot, whats more hot than that Thats how I murda music, thats why your broads on my back Got two birds on my shoulders,
[Verse 1: Mac Dre] Backwoods got me congested, Ain't rested in two days, getting payed, Been on niggas heads like tupeas. I'm a thug kuzz I'll rob the
share the sheets Stop Hear My trot Stop Hear My trot Rude What should we play? Lets get it on With the handle gripped mark the stabs from 0 to death
with the rest Cause in reality they just incarcerated your flesh You know the deal, I pray they process your appeal Cause on the real, I still got my hands on the wheel
the rest Cause in reality they just incarcerated your flesh You know the deal I pray they process your appeal Cause on the real I still got my hands on the wheel
shall see a legend of war written in blood and the deaths of men... a legend none shall soon forget... [The War Testament of Caylen-Tor (On the Night
