to be a happy pair when we first met But now her other lover's sendin' me death threats Well, Romeo had Juliet (Yeah) But give me three sweeties in a
a soul, a built on reactions And fatal attractions and phony hopes Rocket, rocket the flowers of death And the gin-tainted breath of Don Juan Rocket, rocket
, a.k.a. Tony Starks Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom Full moons make me howl
's a natural reflex Go getter tactics, makin' suckers holla A vicious motherfucker with a rope around my collar I carry lots a cash, I whip a sucker's
I was just a poor boy living in a poor world But you gave me more love that set me free 'Cause I was just a poor boy living in a poor world But you have
can't wear skinny jeans cause my Glock's too big Yeah, I got the wildest style, death bears a childish smile Beat you with soap in a sock, you a Private
Jefferson's Cop a Lex, a Jag, a Land Cruiser and a Benz And a mafia of friends to dispose my foes Stand over my shoulder while I head crack a C-Lo Taking
physical, mental credentials, fuck a nigga who sell, Right? It was simple, my crew leave a stain where they start A half moon when we depart, a full moon
more beer, I ate more pills Gained myself a spinning head I raised a gun, I killed a man I'm told it was for something he said It's been a year since I said a
limit, forget it the man don't wanna hear it He says, "Let's go" but I'm late I gotta rock a show, I'm gone Play me a so long song, Mr. Piano Man Eyes
cause more importantly he saved me I shot for the moon, lookin' for comets like I'm Haley I found me a star companionship is what it gave me I'm beautiful
's dressed up in a suit, when he used to wear polos I wonder if there's a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota I wish some nigga gunned john gotti
Your father was a rounder He played that rock and roll A leaper and a bounder Down to his gypsy soul The music was his angel And sorrow was his star And
oceans we loll. How does your conscience smell five miles downwind of a slaver The mist rolls back a stick of bombs fall a seismograph depicts the siren
me the bread crust while considering the littering I don?t pity the head rush or the whimpering, spill Anchor to rock bottom, rocks bottom packs a ravenous
A Damn Albino Drunk Like A Wino Hard Like A Rhino Flyin' Through Ya Time Zone Lookin' For A Fine Hoe Rihanna, Alicia, Mya, Big Pimpin' I'll Even Take A
and gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret glory for them that love me." BOOK OF THE LAW 1:60 "Heading For Internal Darkness" Internal darkness ia a