So much death, unnecassary so much pain, for what? for what? wars fought, battles won and lost people destroyed, for what? for what? how can you
You speak to me and in your words I hear a melody But in the twilight it's so hard to see what's wrong for me I can't resist until you give the truth
ahead on the open doors Who knows what were heading towards? I wish you love I wish you luck For you the world just opens up But it's so hard to say
sleep I take it hard, it's hard to take I'm wide awake, I'm wide awake One more confession, discretion's not what I need to sell I never needed a reason for
you wanted me) (What you want, what you need) If I burn out (Please just follow me) (What you what, what you need) You'll slip away (I thought you wanted me) (What you want, what
no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck You move you weave
acted like I didn't care I rap for brothers just like myself Dazed by the game in a quest for extreme wealth But I kick it to you hard and real One wrong
got all my boy's mugs Can't use my phone for the damn bugs I live in privacy, don't like suckers hawking me News reporters, some think they can talk for
cars and broads What would you do if you was me and I was you? My real motherfuckers know what they gon' do Keep it true, so that's what I'ma do Snoopy
paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper bag Thank God for those days, thank God for those nights Though it might seem wrong, thank God for that white
hopin' for the worst Waitin' for me to fuck up You'll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah Who knows just what I need, she knows just what I
general you go hard for the kids so i'm into you yeah, hold you down, that's what i'm ...do no girls are right, like you do for me baby that's why i
they blew up his house, too. Em G C G Down on the boardwalk they're ready for a fight Em G C G Gonna see what
Fuck Jay-Z What's up niggas, ay yo I know you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog You, what? Fuck Jay-Z You been on my dick nigga You love my style, nigga Fuck
you I be outta time before I'm outta luck They ain't rooting for me They ain't clapping for me I'm only saying iwhy can't someone be happy for me? I really
is my good luck charm Oh, I'm my main man Don't want nothin' from no one I'm my main man Always ready for what ever's gonna happen, alright What happens
in a headlock and dragged him home, telling him that he was grounded and that he couldn't watch any cartoons for three weeks. Just then, as luck would
