2 Months have passed & im still around Hidden secrets have been found As he walked in I couldn't make a sound Until I was thrown into the ground (Thanks to Drew for
worse I'm black my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero Give the
My stomach hurts so I'm lookin for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a ne-gro Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero Mo' nigga mo' nigga mo'
enough for me You?re looking for a hero But it?s just my old tattoo Tonight I swear I?d sell my soul To be a hero for you Who?se gonna save you when
, "Johnny, you're a cheater." Well, the pimps swung their axes and said, "Johnny, you're a liar." And from out of the shadows cam e a young girl's voice
that you?re proud of me For them, I'll kill anything cut the throats of babies for them break their hearts for they were them Waiting for you to say:
know just what to say Hold my hand I can?t stand alone Here I am Waiting for You to take me home Oh, I just want to sing I only wish there was a word For
Hip Hop Well, I'm a guy who that shit means a lot to! Frederik Hahn, Haitian from Heidelberg Waiting for my time to come with the patience of a Dalai
lights Roy Rogers is riding tonight Nine o'clock mornings, five o'clock evenings I'd liven the pace if I could Oh I'd rather have a ham in my sandwich
flag Now it just seems old to me (Everyone is old to me) And I know we'd kick your ass But first I'll take a nap tonight And know someone's looking out for
checks Respected in the game in DeNiro, Sub Zero, underground, rap super hero Hey, whoever know me, know the Knob don't play I roll through the ghetto like the M.T.A
Maybach it say payback for those that hated on me. I hate them niggas claim they bangin in gangs you a'int a crip like Snoop you a'int a blood like Game
you'll see your hero come running Over and over tonight And I do wanna love you (See me running back and) And I do wanna try (Never wanna see you cry) If falling for
Okay We go Tonight, gotta think about a way to get our ass inside You, you and you with me, we go from the front door I want two squads: one front, one
had it all back in Old Cheyenne I know for sure that buckle of gold It never came to me I'm far from the hero I thought i'd be A rolling stone in the
extremes that don?t exist for you or me When real life is reality TV no wonder our youth don?t believe in anything It?s all a joke there are no heroes