Follow me to paradise Took a shot and then made it a double Follow, follow me This album 2 but this song was written before the first My mind racing, I'm sick of pacing, I feel the thirst Of those around me that down me and pray on my demise But it only

And different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo I am everyday people, yeah yeah Oh sha sha we got to live together Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong My own beliefs are in my song The butcher, the banker, the

Got my other nina, damn On the block with all my chains on On the block with all my rings on On her face Neutrogena, ay Bad bitch look Latina, ay Got my nina, damn This a fly trap nigga theme song Monster's gon' tear it up On her face Neutrogena, damn

I found a thrill to press my cheek to At last, my love has come along my lonely days are over, and life is like a song At last,the skies above are blue My heart was wrapped in clover Every since the night I looked at you And I found a dream that I could

How can a poor boy get this message to you? Had my congregation, had my flock When I was a shepherd of men Chased the wild goose, chased the pot of gold Chased the rainbows end How can a poor boy deliver this message to you? How can a poor boy? You don't

Sorry, won't turn back the clock Baby I took advantage 'cause I knew you Wouldn't believe it, so I used you I've tried to change but they always around, pulling me down in bed Gave you my word but they were just broken promises Broken condoms, lipstick

I'll write your name Across the sky And take away the stars 'Cause you light up the night You as high as the moon When you're here with me That's why I'm gonna write your name For the world to see Another old name on the porch with the bottle

Thus Avaricum burns Under a dead sky Avaricum drowns In blood and demise Scorched earth we left A barren land of ash Our fatherland laid waste

The angels laid him away The angels laid her away Angels laid them away Angels laid him away They laid him six feet under the clay The angels laid them away Louis Collins took a trip out west When he returned, little Delia had gone to rest Louis said to

Oooooh weee, ooh wee, (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala) Yo, what's the deal, nigga? Ain't nuthin' pa, we just here and all that Trynna get our head rights, get this money right You know what I'm sayin', you know how it go Just another day in the hood