burning flames Yeah, he's my hero A much safer place I look at the horizon As the world comes down tonight As the world comes down tonight Tonight He's my
need to feel it. Get a good firm grip, I'm at your fingertips, Wanna good fight tonight so let me beat it. If this is good then why're you driving my
And the winner is Hov My man, speech First of all I wanna thank my Connect The most important person with all due respect Thanks to the duffel bag, the
made me And the only language I speak is fuck you pay me Bitch [Chorus] X1 [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Bad up, bad man no take my daughter Hear gunshot army don't make my
your family crying for you like Argentina, Mira Sweet dreamer like Nas, my entourage is thick Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you start some shit My
wrestlin with words and ideas My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit the scribes can apply to transcript, yo This ain't no time where the usual is suitable Tonight
I'm tryin to figure out a way To keep my eyes from poppin out my head Oh they'll remember my ass Twitchin, with my eyes drippin down the glass Shaggy
the crew is too deep Why tuck it all in? The jewels are too sweet You should ball if you could I be diggin' in my pockets, it ain't trickin' if you got
, drink is sour, armaretta, yo Ya Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda For all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife We gettin' head tonight, whatever To my
got the coca leaves But in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and Scheme Now your store grose A mil' a week And my nigga's on the block Yo, we feel is sweet
'nt last very long She'd stood there in my doorway smoothing out her dress saying 'life is a thump-ripe melon- -so sweet and such a mess' [I wanted
Monday morning horror, breakfast on my shirt Everything is wrong today Traffic driver me crazy, my blood is running hot Time is always slipping away Bum
Dear diary, tonight will be our last My hands are itching for razors My angel, this knife shall carve thee wings Consumed by sickness, I ache to see your
Yeah, twenty thousand leagues deep on the mic Mass murder, court convicted, terroristic creature of the night No, don't let me get freaky tonight No, don't feed me tonight
with this one thoughta?¦ (Outro) He's Murder. Hoo...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...Murdera?¦ It's Murder. Hoo...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...Murdera?¦ It's Murdera
the brown in my sock Find me on tha block tryin' to cop a piece of the crop Watch me, pull upon me real sweet in a drop But if you fuckin' with my paper
easy. Murder to tha first degree, gotta represent dividend, president, flint, is sweet to me like peppermint. You'll never find my fingerprints, so watch me getaway, murder
