So knives out I want you to know He's not coming back Look into my mouth Squash his head Put him in the pot I'm not coming back Don't look down

You don't want to see me make it no more since you ain't coming with me And when I'm riding through the city I don't need no soldiers with me 'Cause when I'm sliding on a nigga I don't need no co-defendant 'Cause I ain't looking out no more so you ain't

Nightcrawler Straight out of hell One of a kind Stalking his victim Don't look behind you Beware the beast in black You know he's coming back Night Crawler Howling winds keep screaming round

If you don't look into your mind and find out what you're running from tomorrow might just be another day to run If you just sit and waste your time you'll be going where you're coming from (think about that) tomorrow might be just another day to run

I'm out the hood, but I'm hood melodic I smoke good narcotics, keep my diamonds polished Throw a dime in Onyx, keep them dollars coming Look at all this money, this is our summer I'm out the hood, but I'm still a hood baby Yeah, I'm still going crazy,

I'm looking right at the other half of me The vacancy that sat in my heart Is a space that now you hold Show me how to fight for now And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy Coming back into you once I figured it out You were right here all along It's like

Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a

Ooh, oh, whoa-oh Thinking of you, thinking of you I'm thinking of you Wanna be with you I wasn't looking for a romance Blue skies but I'm in the dark Waiting on someone that gotta pick me up Ooh, I'm coming right back Tried to forget about you and no

Look out, I'm coming Ooh, said I Ooh, sit down Ooh, yeah, ooh yeah Finding my way Yeah, oh yeah I'm coming out to get you I'm coming out to find you

Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a