The sky is red, I don't understand People are sayin' the woman is damned She makes you burn with a wave of her hand Warning came, no one cared When it came no one was spared Still I hear "Burn!" You know we had no time We could not even try You know we

Hello? Aw shit, nigga! What the fuck time is it, man? Oh goddamn, nigga! Do you know what time it is? Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You aight? Nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you? When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell 'Cause I'm a piece of

Got a good thing goin' with a bad bitch You know who to call when you need it Wish I had another you, I'm greedy Sometimes like that nigga get greedy Got damn I fell in love with a bad bitch You know that every time you leave me Even though I know how

Hey Lolita, hey I know what the boys want, I'm not gonna play Whistle all you want but I'm not gonna say Never was in love, skipping heart beats with the boys downtown Just you and me feelin the heat beatin when the sun goes down Kiss me in the d.a.r.k.

Killers never hurt feelings There's nothing wrong with me There's something wrong with you There's something wrong with me I hope your stepson doesn't eat the fish When we're crying for our next fix Gonorrhea Gorgonzola Single files of clean feedings

I'm not giving it up And you're the only thing that's going on in my mind Taking over my life a second time I don't have the capacity for fucking You're meant to be helping me When I said I liked it better without my money, I lied It took a little while

Hello, hello When you hear the Pick up the phone! Leave your name and number at the beep I'm not in right now I'll get with cha

Nobody, nobody Nobody can drag me down All my life You stood by me When no one else was ever behind me All these lights They can't blind me With your love, nobody can drag me down I'm not scared of the dark

For street niggas livin with they lives on the line For young guns comin' up during these times For police that find drugs let niggas slide For your mans not snitchin' when the pressure is tight For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike For

I'm not giving it up And you're the only thing that's going on in my mind Taking over my life a second time I don't have the capacity for fucking You're meant to be helping me When I said I liked it better without my money, I lied It took a little while