funny how's your life is it better how's your life are you happy without me how is your life how is your life how is your life how is your life are
Young mothers That's right I feel ya (hey) I know how it is (MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL) Don't nobody understand I feel ya [Verse 1: Tupac] She
up You can have that for free before I take your best offer Stalker, preparin' for your sianora Torture, test my word as I come like orca Niggaz need life
S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine) My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea How dare you ever in your life walk past me Without acknowledgin
it's shitty. WAAAAAGH! *deep breaths* I concentrate, contemplate How can I take the weight? URRGH, URRGH-AAAHH! Wipe your tears for your son, Mom Cos
love When your heart turns cold [Verse 3] Your soul is numb, your days are numbered (Cold) Your kids cold, get old and younger (Cold) Your lonliness
ll kill me but I guess that it's OK I've lost all fate in a world so full of hate I don't fucking love music I just use it to escape I'm caught between
as if it's the birth of the worst And the Earth needs emergency sergury all of this hurt? How? Turn us into demons that's that's screamin I'm dreamin
way of the 108 Dragons [The Reverend William Burk:] Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword Give your soul back to the church,
108 Dragons [The Reverend William Burk:] Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword Give your soul back to the church, son, give it
curious, the morbid Nero decides their fate - the arena becomes an assorted Spectacle played out en masse You soul means nothing, your pain even less As your loved
to brag, but go figure Flow nigga? I'm leaving your bitch with more just 3 holes in her Stuff woodchips into your corpse and torture you with a soul
style raw, kick it rugged like it's sting'll crack your face It's the mind place ditched me in hell what I create It's the rhyme squad, some of mine
-three in your direction Where I come from, bums bust guns, what you expected Well connected, from the slums where life's hectic Niggas starvin, need paper, jackal's
known... Frightened boy child... kill what you love Spirits War in your Soul Fierce your Mind opens... Stranger Prisons Fear & Lust rule your Face [GOD:] Fortune's
love, love Just one life to be free Just one world live in peace One love, love Cause in a sea, feed my soul Save one world, save us all One love, love
combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp Break your concentration, murder your
he's regrettin' that! But yet we still ain't accept the fact, That he's fuckin' his mother, And at the Last Supper, he confesses that. He's an undercover, Male-Lover, And oh yeah, Heaven's