room without the shower was cold again "Are we already middle-aged", she said And I said, "I feel nothing, I feel like a jelly-fish" "Mabey it's the Portuguese Men-O
d... Then I'd... Then we'... But I can't do it alone! She'd say, "What's your sister like?" I'd say, "Men," She'd say, "you're the cat's meow" Then we
Love's eye is not so true as all men's 'No.' How can it? O, how can Love's eye be true, That is so vex'd with watching and with tears? No marvel then
it mine I'm gettin' down one thing that I know We're untouchable U N T O U C H A B L E S Sheek the new Elliott Ness Nigga, Bloodline, D Block, two of
[Esham] Mama was a junkie, sometimes I used to wonder. Whether she would better of a live or six feet under. Late nights go by no sleep, born into a junkies
was a joke to many But then I said gimme that respect now your on my jimmy The Unholy, bumpin out your system My kinda music'll make ya go get a exorcism
bars for that bitch he won't live through that Even a nigga with a ten-year bid knew that Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do that He a pussy (sniff
glare, There stumbled a miner fresh from the creeks, dog-dirty, and loaded for bear. He looked like a man with a foot in the grave and scarcely the strength of a
up in a hold-up. Now he's trying to go straight. SHELDRAKE (Interrupting) Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I think I have read this. (HE presses a buzzer
(First Family) World's Famous. (Firing Squad) Look here." Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze) Its a (cold world) show nuf Its on, its a (cold world)so
should feel the way they feel themselves Rich men think that happiness is a million dollar bills So how come most of them O.D. on sleeping pills Eye
in the 'D', your new to the streets. Ya'll aint from 7 mile, and y'all aint wound. Fuck a bone, when you hear that *click* its a gun! (chorus) Many men
my chrome, I'mma blast it, my caps magic, I get that ass quick [Tek] Nuff men a die, nuff men a come try To test the worry, I me no know why A new breed
Syndicate, benevolent flinch, who blocks split the sound of trumpets Inside the mercury, temperature thirty degrees D.A. and the V.A., the worensy, dunn
of Men what do we find? niggaz watchin' for my pockets, planning plots on mine Am I blind? Let my rhymes speak, for me in history a legend you define
knahmsayin? Peace to the Gods, we got a heavy job... yo, yo Trouble follows behind a wicked mind, 20/20 vision of the prism of light but still blind
bet they know who you are No kelly just n.o. and l.a. We come to fuck shit up like broke levays Got a california bitch I swear she a medic Sometimes she
instance: "Who wanna battle? On the real? Choose your weapon: microphone, beats, or the wheels-of-steel" I own a crown in all three for getting down without a doubt I'd like to give a