And all that?s left is regret and you deserve just what you get what?s left 6 years later i look into your eyes with total disgust who have you become
Under the sidewalk, down in the dirt She lies like an angel draped in rags Skin pale as marble, no light reflects Except for her eyes they sigh regret
and now your time is done abuse me while you still have the chance drain me of the nothing i have left and in this world of unlimited greed all you want is
done? The mob approaches with uncertainty in their eyes All aware one of them will die My childhood lay scattered among the postcranial debis Dismembered, disarticulated, disappointment, disbelief The tradition is
now your time is done abuse me while you still have the chance drain me of the nothing i have left and in this world of unlimited greed all you want is
? The mob approaches with uncertainty in their eyes All aware one of them will die My childhood lay scattered among the postcranial debis Dismembered, disarticulated, disappointment, disbelief The tradition is
things [Chorus:] You triflin', good-for-nothin' kinda pigeon Silly me, thinkin' I could help a chicken I need a lady, who'll work to nine-to-five to help her man
Now how ghetto is this u can catch me in your hallway taking a piss One hand on my dick one hand on a spliff Burnt lips from the roach clip, yellow tips If
in a daze I won't rest 'til I'm paid or I'm down in my grave I wanna look tough, but my sneakers is scuffed Everyday pants in the week is enough I had
park gettin' lifted. So now I'm sittin' here shit outta luck Without a buck and it don't make a difference! So yo! If you hear me Cause if you don't
like a vulture If I said I get cha, wearing it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inches I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit
like crystal balls You ain't know, tell these niggas get me lean way And if the FED's is watching, we leaving trails on the freeway Ain't no instant replay, man
out here having money man, no doubt (the independent route), they acting like they don't know But you know what it is, (it's a big game out here man Boys
my tail gate, with a 6-4 pancake On 2-88, and I'm headed to the Lou' My fragrance is juice, and my tape deck is Snoop Roof, up-side your head If you
jail, if looks could kill Cause I love to make do', love to spit flows Whether rain sleet or snow, like Black Rob on Whoa Ten G's a show, if you ask for
pop If all's agreed, we got weed Skatin through the area movin at Mach speed Makin moves is a must - why bother doin it If what y'all doin ain't 'bout
