Teksty:
Scars On 45

that you'll believe that every waking day we find will reveal an open door you turned my life around but I don't need you anymore we risked our lives on

wait till your heads locked & trap the blame back on you why wont you believe me? because I keep staring at my shoes I try and move closer & open the floodgates locked on

My hearts on fire I've said these words a thousand times The bathroom mirror stopped and smiled So take my pulse and hose me down My hearts on fire Cause when you're standing on

wait till your heads locked & trap the blame back on you why wont you believe me? because I keep staring at my shoes I try and move closer & open the floodgates locked on

We were the children of '45 Loaded like pistols and taught how to die We looked the enemy straight in the eye (And never surrender) Through trenches

: Deep pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall The cameras on with the make-up and all Swap six 45's, twist reefer in the flicks

45 cross the head gun butt ya (Yeah!) Ya'll pussy-ass niggas ain't hard, stomp that ass out like a million man march Sawed off shot gun hand on the pump

Gyeah, I need to talk to you, okay Can I talk to you? Come on, come on, come on Hey, let me holla at you Come on, come on, come on Yo, stop runnin' from

in the clouds, you don't see me on a train I travel first class, you aint ever got a TV on your plane ssh, be easy on my name 'cause i aint goin bank