Looking under the ghost on your face kind of ruins it for me I don't want to see you toss it's hair No I don't need you to show me its smile You see
Life is a struggle Baby you got to choose Hear the call of the wild wind What have you got to lose So take off that coat And kick off those crazy shoes
Here we are trying to mend all the broken hearts In a world where the pain is the fear Ain't no doubt there's a method to madness here Set your clock
Ain't it funny that the way you feel, shows on your face And no matter, how you try to hide it'll state your case Now a frown will bring your sprits down
Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent Niggas strapped with 45?s and ain?t smilin' And I?m drivin' to a place they?re all warrin
WC, Facemob, Southside, Westside C'mon now, ah, c'mon now Don't stop, screamin' my name, don't stop Southside, Westside, Facemob, WC C'mon now, c'mon
(Scarface) Hotel, motel, deep up in a hoe's tail Pussy smellin sweeter than a half a key a dope smell Knock that top back, told her I'd be right back
Circumstances are like my first fight I lost it was swinging my arms Bugging, adrenaline pumping, oh shit, this little nigga's thuggin', I mean I was
Verse 1: [dmg] You wonder why, I hang with these thugs Whut, I'm from the hood Nigga, I gives a fuck (I gives a fuck) It's in my blood Since I was little
It was a cold morning, gloomy, sun barely shining Figured it was gon' rain today, so I'm in Sit around the house until the thunder storms slacks off Look
[Scarface] Look me in my eyes, tell me what you see Do you think I'm cra-zy??? (AAAAAGHHH!! Just bein me) Sometimes I wanna die, maybe I'll be free
Chorus: scarface Money and the power, money and the power I ain't fallin short I got the Money and the power Yup! hehehahaha, hehe ha hah hah.. yeah
These niggas is fuckin' with a dangerous game Hey Joe, what's up baby? Yeah, I like the beat Ha ha ha Hey, when you drop drums, I'ma drop rhymes, aight
What uuup!? This past year was a rough ride, joking aside A lot of niggas left to do bids, and most done died My neighborhood is like a ghost town Would
Call me psychotive but I'm bad, nigga yo And I'ma do ya bad, black And when I come, I'm bustin' up niggas to hear me, black Ya should of never let a nigga
(B. Gibb/M. Gibb/G. Bitzer) Love can't be love If it's just for the moment Only to pass the night away As we both get nearer Deeper love is so much clearer
(David Malloy/Gary Burr) Oh you don't have blue eyes. I expected blue eyes. That's how I pictured you would be. And you don't have long hair. I
give it to somebody else Well I talked to you on the phone Less than fifteen minutes ago And you told me that it was cool I graduated from Howard U