going down again Why do we still pretend I will never turn my back on love like you Life is passing by And we never had a chance to earn a first class
click pow, hananana click clack on all yall/ i got my chrome protect my dome, plus my mask n my mic/ i got my own version called the ghetto passion of
, a fugitive and with a price on my head Wanna know why you can't identify with what I just said? You never listen, you just talk until your face turns
Brought tears to my eyes and I don't even know why My life ain't nothing but anger and pain Tatoos on the back of my arm should explain Blood, sweat
the back With a Louisville Ax Slugger, then slash the jugular Hit your back rawdog with no rubber, he's a dirty mawfuckar Won't last long, that's what my momma turned
be televised) 'Turn Off The Radio' My neck, my back They put a noose on my neck And whips on my back My neck, my back You got a tie around your neck
calm, and i have always run back to the storm the lion completed, weakened by love, send me back to the hunt my lord i have turned my back to the sunrise
love back in it Network, we network Yo, my network spit shit making your neck hurt You're now in tune to the sounds of the expert A hundred flave-ahs
my life back in a time of backpackin' Struggling empty pockets pipe water I be guzzlin' Thirst from burning sun blazin' down the earth Ipoh City the land where my
judged, you gets no love She said, "I like it, that's why I jock it" Then I said, "You only on my back because I fill brother's pockets" Got 'em drivin
you With the songs that you love just to get you through [Verse 1] Back in effect I'm back to collect Got the respect Which will turn into the cash or a
the Biz Mark, I bring the noise iller Com Sense'll be the rhyme killer, I spill a Little bit of juice to a MC who need a new producer Got my nigga Y-Not
worth dying for Like the slaves, we are chained to the day There will be a revolution My soul is sick and my hearts polluted There are demonds that threaten my
up Saggin' my pants at the cocktail party with the mayor And later rockin' a party with a thousand in the air That's a beautiful thing, and if you're
a fugitive and with a price on my head Wanna know why you can't identify with what I just said You never listen you just talk until your face turn red
it made me cry Brought tears to my eyes and I don't even know why My life ain't nothing but anger and pain Tatoos on the back of my arm should explain
