"You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you?" "We haven't spotted them yet." "But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity." A 100 Miles and Runnin'. MC Ren, I hold the gun and You want me to kill a motherfucker and it's done in. Since I'm

But I don't own a single gun I don't own a single gun But if I did you'd be the one To hold it, aim it, make all of the bad men run I don't have a sweetheart yet But if I did I'd break my neck To please her, make her want to stay in my arms she'd rest

If you're 555, then I'm 666 If your 555, I'm 666 (Whats it like to be a heretic?) I'm a popstar threat and I'm not dead yet Got a super dred bet with an angel drug head Like a dead beat winner, I want to be a sinner An idolized bang for the industry

I love it when you touch me Feeling so good that it must be Right for you to love me And do all things that I want, see I had a long day and my tension is strong Need a release baby you turn me on Whatever you do just don't stop So don't go too fast Make

'Cause I know that it's delicate (delicate) 'Cause I like you Yeah, I want you Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? Is it cool that I said all that Is it too soon to do this yet? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?

I know it's hard now for you to see You can't change how it was or how it's gonna be I'm what she wants, you're just what she needs And yet she still loves me, she still loves me Where is her sweater? It’s not in her car Is not at her friend’s house,

I've been missing you for so many days I keep wanting you, Lord, in so many ways I can't get you off of my mind But true love is so hard to find I want yet another day Ooh, I need another day Darling, let me have another more day And I can be anything

Me want fi hear you shout shout shout From you love the lyrics coming out me mouth mouth mouth No doubt we got the street respect And you know say that it never counterfeit yet Hear you shout Dutty then a tell them once again yow! Sly them a tell them

Them want I Them claim say Be com'a them funeral Them are the general Com'a com'a funeral Yet you want I You are the genie What a big disgrace The way you rob up the place

(Nobody cares you’re just a bad man Nobody wants you’re a dead man) Do what you say, do want you want to Do what you say, do want you want to We rip upon the flesh and lift to see And looking on all the faces along the way The terror grips me close and