Lyrics:
school house was full, and they would come.
And we bought up every album, every picture, every single;
Their autographs were the only things free.
But
streets
In a carnival
Of sights to see
All the cheap thrill seekers
The vendors & the dealers
They crowded around me
Have I been blind
Have I been
streets
In a carnival
Of sights to see
All the cheap thrill seekers
The vendors & the dealers
They crowded around me
Have I been blind
Have I been
home
You can hold my hand
When you need to let go
I want a house with a crowded table
And a place by the fire for everyone
Let us take
First, the DJ must power up the amplifiers.
To play a record, select an album and put it on the turntable.
The racer must attach five dollars
the album dropped
White Lexus before I had a deal
Ask Bun B about me
This ain't no snap back, a nigga been trill
By the way, fuck your math
You ain't
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Feeling so tired
Fallen from the tree house we made and climbed silent stations
The weight we keep to keep so loud in our days
Fool on parade
Pink
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
If money is your God who's your devil?
If everybody die what make's you special?
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
And I wonder if it's crowded
to my slaughterhouses
I do this for the group home kids and boarding houses
This that nigga shit that's on the album
For them niggas inside the chalk
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
on the phone, come talk to me
I'll be waitin' on you, dawg at the office, peace
Now I'm thinkin' hard as I walk to my house
The fuck have I done now, what
you on the phone last night
We live and die by pretty lies
You know it, oh, we both know it
These silver bullet cigarettes
This burning house, there's
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
In the dream alone
I walked to you
Through the crowded
Streets of faceless men
And I tried to scream your name
But no sound would leave
The world
below ma I can see the world and it ain't so big at all
This time tomorrow what will we see
Field full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets
I
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Yes, you will
'Fore long you got
Your drivers liscence
And the world seems like it's yours
Except for the fact
That you've got to be home by ten
baby (nasty)
Oh, the cooties (it's the movie, oh, no)
They comin' to get me, runnin' (runnin')
Touched by the unloyal
Trust, I had to shower for
had my fuckin' shirt off in the House of Blues
K, you gotta fuck this nigga girl, he gotta get abused
All that shit 'bout burning tattoos, he is not
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