glocks That mean you never see it comin' nigga, fifty two shots I'm takin' ya block nigga, if you like it or not You either roll or get rushed, I guess
Columbine] Them people, law enforcement, if you want to call them that were here and they were shaking in their shoes. They were physically shaking, scared
this go too far As they rush me into the St. Luke's O.R. They pull the bullets out my chest and give 'em back in a jar Now, I'm wearin' this scar 'cause
That time will change the ending I popped a bottle on your born day, God Tried hard not to cry, I still can't hide the scar And I still ask, why to
wonder why we bang Cause police do the same, that's the only rival gang I'm just sitting here, praying to my father Tired of today, forever scared of
do my own dirt I got connects with the mob out in Russia I'll rush ya, blast the 8, fuck bein grimy I'm too cute to get a scar on my face I spend cake
're rushing With fury hard against my heart Defenses are strengthened No earthly man can leave a scar You're crushing, you're rushing With fury hard against
He was nobly born, had a Spanish bull's horn And not one scar on his hansom face He stood like a prince and he had ever since He had grandly walked into
exponentially. She should've been a cover girl treated like a princess, but she's an enigma haunted by the stigma of incest. Chorus (x2): She tried to hide the scars
t run 'Cause when the rain came it still never changed Through the laughter and the tears The pain and my fears I'll stay, I'll wait right here These scars
the bread which I feed Standing alone, open for all to see My tunnel vision for life, it drives me Focus in closer, releasing the fear White knuckle blackout, adrenaline rush
got the power to devour trees , seas and such I got the power thats the caliber of jesus touch It dont matter the caliber i proceed to rush Vinny on a
Brown skinned woman's been trading rough, scars across her thigh Tell me little honey ain't you afraid to die? All night long I give it up I give it to
you're ready to go Don't be scared to ride Don't be, don't be scared to ride Don't be scared to ride Don't be, don't be scared to ride (Verse 2): You
What'z ya phone number? Now, I could make miracles with pimp hoes It's instrumental, waitin' for the nymphos That's the intro Shook when ya rush me Walked
a fool's heart? I'd rather be a fool with a heart of gold Lose my breaks and save my truth till tomorrow Remember when I'd hate if my beautiful scar showed
had to suffer punching onto somebody's back What's up with that? Where's the independence? Find the dotted line between acquainted with and friendship But damn got head rushed
Rush, rush rush, rush Rush, rush, rush I hold your attention, protect yourself at all time This is war, ready, aim, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire Sweep