Lyrics:
Sometimes I feel like
Screaming
Close my eyes
It's times like this
My head goes down
And the only thing I know
Is the name of this town
Name of this
(Yeah) out here thuggin' with my boy Rob
How many money chains dem is, jit?
Shit, sixty-five, you heard me?
Hold on, what your money on your shoes
Make your heart believe a lie
It's stronger than your pride
The trouble with love is
It doesn't care how fast you fall
And you can't refuse the call
See
name
I think you made me fall in love again
[Z-Ro - over Chorus]
Okay
Screwed Up Click
Yeah
[Z-Ro]
Whenever you need a nigga call me up I'm
suddenly it matters
What was purchased in my name
Whether this or that was paid for
Belongs to me or you
Can the seven years together be divided by two
Oh my name it ain't nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I was taught and brought up there
The laws
of the dead
But my hope still remains
Whether dead or alive, this is do or die
When Christ is the gain
So raise your torches up high
Tonight we fight for our
Shhhh!
We are private detectives onward back from a musical pilgrimage
We work under the name of the Fall
Who would suspect this? It is too
Oh
Money on my mind
Money, money on my mind
Throw it, throw it up
Watch it fall out from the sky
Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out
world is mine for the takin'
So when I get famous, they gon' know what your name is
And no one understand what the pain is
And how the blood runs numb
up our cross and hang on His holy name
But the cards that I was dealt will get you thrown out of the game
Hey momma, can't you see your boy is
Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seein'
Will reach
fall
But he's out to make a name and a fool out of 'em all
They'll never understand that boy and his kind
'Cause all they comprehend is a fucking
I'd be dead
He put the gun to my head and this is what he said
"Now my name is MCA, I've got a license to kill
I think you know what time it is
our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves
And rot on my topsoil
And beknown by no name
Except deportee
Chorus
to the West.
Cho: I give you the gallant old West, boys,
Where rallied our bravest and best
When Ireland lay broken and bleeding;
Hurrah for the men of the West!
the same
For the first is just the last one when you play a deadly game
It's about time we realize it we're all in this together
It's about time we find out
'bout bands (what up?)
Hop off a jet to a check when I land (ooh, yuh, yuh)
Big shot, hollup, wait
Peanut butter insides
No, outside
Cocaine
Fuck with me, you know what it is
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg,
Fuck with me, you know what it is
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg,
This postcard tells you where we've been
And dirty dreams of pious men
Who wake in fear but sleep again
With what they've done
With what they've
can't go inside
Unless I let you jack, or Sam?
Fuck what's your name again ?
You, male, come, now
You, caveman, sit down
You shh don't ruin it, wow!
Check
start this rhyme again
How many words can I find that rhyme
And still keep in mind every lyric must come out on time
Not many but I have plenty
Scott
tear you up inside
Make your heart believe a lie
It's stronger than your pride
The trouble with love is
It doesn't care how fast you fall
And you
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