Testi:
Hungry Lost Boys

everything, on the plate at dinner time [Hook x2] [50/50 Twin] I swear, while writing this song on my spot Three jump-out boys jumped out, and told my boys

a bunch of crazy white boys kidnap you Let you know this is real true life, no battle [Chorus: Demoz] This is a gun ballad, motherfucker get lost AOTP

In the spring of 1856 with the snow still on the ground Two little boys were lost in the mountains above the town The father went out hunting the boys

the AIDS epidemic we ain't pure no more And I know they gotta kill for the shit we ain't ready First we lost Eazy then we lost Pac Biggie got killed when

my neck so heavy, that my backs changin its postier Every nigga hope they don't wait on my roster And you still need ya homies to spot you nigga Boys

Their efforts are negated by the passive observers. * They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out, Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision

you can be better off Just being lost Being blown around in circles With the rest of the human dust Sometimes you can be better off Just being lost Being

my front door Looking for my pop's coke stash under the kitchen floor More Drama Watched good mothers turn to crack mamas Watching beauty queens Turn to dope fiends Lost

Them Pills Already On The Test They Tryna Give Him 12 Years You Don't Wanna Talk That Murda Game We Got Blood On Our Hands Block Boys I Done Lost A