You're all I ever wanted You don't even have to call You're the only girl that I have ever wanted Every other girl is trying to be you My mama says that I should write you letters But I think you're with other dudes Take my hand, you'll like it Yes I've

And all I gotta do Hey, me or you Oh, all I want to know Who'd I do this for With just a touch of my burning hand Prime directive, exterminate And your face just drops in a pile of flesh Till it pumps in death

I must be invisible No one knows me. I have crawled down dead-end streets On my hands and knees. I was born with a ragin' thirst, A hunger to be free, But I've learned through the years. Don't encourage me.

I put my right hand to God Shine on these broads Stay on my job, grind with my squad Hundred racks on my car, no license at all No tint on that thing, nigga, 'cause that's how we ball All these fuck niggas' flawed, suckas' and frauds My circle so small,

Into the fire I'd walk into the fire Take them all back I wouldn't take back a moment Not one miserable moment I'll give it all, 'til there's nothing I'm not too sure what I'm supposed to do with this These hands, this mind, this instability From a cage

Falling from high places, falling through lost spaces Where you been hiding lately Where you been hiding from the news? Because we've been fighting lately We've been fighting with the wolves With the wolves Red tongues and hands Now that we're lonely,

Tell me if I'm right To help you fall asleep tonight Tell me if you need a loving hand Tell me if I know Tell me if I do Tell me how to fall in love the way you want me to Tell me if I'm wrong Or you could stay with me for now She's like cold coffee in

When baby I'am dressed to kill, to kill, to kill, to kill, to kill. I'm dressed to kill and you know that I will We're dancing in the dark with my hand's around your heart Our heads will roll and blood will spill But how can you resist I slip into my

Oh, shooter My hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up But no, I can't do it I think they want me to surrender My hands up, my hands up (yeah) They want me with my hands up (yeah) (Shooter, my hands up, my hands up, they want me to surrender) Yea,

Still alone, all at sea, Still there's no-one to care for me. When there's no hand to hold my hand, Life is a loveless tale, I don't know what day it is, Or if it's dark out there; Somehow that's just the way it is, And I don't really care! I go to this