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used to love her But I had to kill her I used to love her, ooh yeah But I had to kill her I had to put her six feet under And I can still hear her complain I used to love her But I had to kill her I used to love her, ooh yeah But I had to kill her I knew I'd miss her

played guitar, jamming good with Wierd and Gilly, The Spiders from Mars. He played it left hand, but made it too far, Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's Band. Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo Like some cat from Jap

Verse 1] Rags to riches, nigga came from the bottom Hood rats, now a nigga f***in' on models Ridin' in the foreign, remember ridin' on MARTA Grind got harder and my mind got smarter I was gettin' bags for the cheap When I ain't had money, I was robbin', n

bitched never moaned never gave The king the time Never lied never cried never gave the queen a dime Still it seemed to me we were losing all the time But underneath we can breath and were standing On our own never known never know Running while your world's

push my fingers into my eyes It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache But it's made of all the things I have to take Jesus it never ends, it works it's way inside If the pain goes on I have screamed until my veins collapsed I've waited as my times elapsed Now al

push my fingers into my eyes It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache But it's made of all the things I have to take Jesus it never ends, it works it's way inside If the pain goes on I have screamed until my veins collapsed I've waited as my times elapsed Now all I do is l

t give a f*** about your man I'm just seeing what it's hitting for (Bitch I'm sayin') How you fronting on a kid though You should f*** with me girl You know what you need girl See I got used to livin' life up on my own, yeah And searching lovely for a wife to call m

all now in the place to be and you rocking with the H-O-P, Imma tell y'all a story of mine of the the lord put the weight on me (that's right), Y'all now in the place to be and you rocking with the H-O-P, And listen closey to my story of mine [Ver

homeboy is someody that Got your back weather you right or wrong Somebody that Exepts you for what'cho are Not what'cho got on What'cho can do for them If you lucky enough to have some then You know what im talkin bout Friends im a yellows happy And not that maby The cha

*glasses/jewelry tinkling*] You my Daddy whore [2X] [*laughing*] [Cappa] Whoever she gonna do anyway But bust it, bust it though baby, bust it Who else, who else is gonna... [Verse One: Ol Dirty Bastard] This is dedicated to all you bitches Knew this bit

Sheek] F*** -- shit is real right here Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over motherf***ers Don't get it twisted Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo Yo shut the f*** up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass with no mask, look at the camera like what? Yeah I did