I'm sad and low, yeah Who am I? Someone that's afraid to let go, uh You decide, if you're ever gonna, let me know (yeah) Suicide, if you ever try to let go, uh I gave her everything She took my heart and left me lonely I've been broken, heart's

Well all along the watchtower While all the women came and went Outside in the cold distance Two riders were approaching Princes kept the view Barefoot servants, too yeahyeah A wildcat did growl And the wind begins to howl There must be some kind of way out

Waste it on me (Waste it on me) Tell me why not waste it on me So if love is nothing more Than just a waste of your time Baby why not waste it on me And I know there's no making this right, this right (Yeah) And I know there's no changing your mind, your

When I give it to you night and day, and day, and day So careful what you wish for (You might get it) You might get it (Just wanna show you) Let me show you something different, yeah Bet I make you feel some type of way, of way (Ho) Of way, of way, of

Def jam yeahyeah! (come on) Ruff ryders yeahyeah! (come on) Bloodline, we bout to blow (what!) Ruff ryders, we bout to blow (what!) Vacant lot, we bout to blow (what!) Man, bitch-ass niggas just don't know I'm just gonna stick to the script 'cause you know how

Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, go on, keep it spinnin' Ooh, yuck me up, I don't want no romancin' Ooh, baby I see these muhfuckas glancin' When my whip stop, then my wheels keep spinnin' We got London On Da Track Ohh, yeah yeah (wow), yeah yeah, yeah, yeah Hunnid

I'm so hood, I can't help it Love me for being me 'Cause I can't change it can't rearrange it I am what I am So love me for being me YeahYeah, Yeah, Yeah Little Tyrone tired of gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down His momma think it's my fault

Live and let live Die and let die War and peace in my hand, my temptations This war and peace inside will take me to the end This war and peace inside wont end War and peace in my hand, yeah Here we go! Dance with the devil inside of me I'm longing for a

Don't wanna shoot the shit; I'm a shoot a bitch I don't fuck with you; you don't fuck with me (nah) Nigga, talkin' just ain't my cup of tea (yeah) Don't wanna talk to you Don't know you Don't know how you know my name I got a reputation of police chasing

Population four million, how I see the same bitch? Yeah, yeah, yeah I been in L.A. too long I see the same bitches everywhere I go It don't really matter where they from Acting or model, heard it all before (Haha, never mind my friend fucked) (How I see