by Tha 4orce on album Mind tha Gap Anthems, Vol. 2
The South Side, the South Side, these bitches' mouth wide Can't trust a pig, informant nigga, run the cop wired They set us up, then book me up, you crooked fuck Get to the jail, tell them bitches to
by lil wayne feat. Young Money on album Here's to the Roc
1: Lil Twist] The South Side, the South Side, these bitches' mouth wide Can't trust a pig, informant nigga, run the cop wired They set us up, then book me up, you crooked fuck Get to the jail, tell th
by Years Spent Cold on album Moving Heaven to Hell
this hate runs deep(x2) through these veins do you need anymore reasons just cut your fucking life short do us all a favor just cut, just cut your fucking life short dont bother explaining because
by Years Spent Cold on album Moving Heaven to Hell
Where do you stand, when you stand for nothing You live your life though a religious fantasy Ficticious books provide the words you preach A rude awakening, this is reality Fuck your god, fuck your pr
by Years Spent Cold on album Moving Heaven to Hell
Did you think we would forget The choices that you made You never could back up Anything you said The price you pay Your face emotionless Your body lays Fucking lifeless
by Years Spent Cold on album Moving Heaven to Hell
I hope it all was worth it Your head is weak, fix your face, you're not hard No heart and your words never meant shit Apologies were never an option Run from your problems You can't escape this livin
by Years Spent Cold on album Moving Heaven to Hell
Lock and load, the words of a man With no gun in hand, who loads his bullets backwards I gave you shelter, the bills piled higher I hid from your past and this is how you return the favor Paybacks a
by Years Spent Cold on album Moving Heaven to Hell
Rot. Your body seperates to rise from shallow graves This road that you have paved, you'll never rest again You're fighting an uphill battle and if I'm losing I'm taking everyone with me Sometimes th
by Years Spent Cold on album Moving Heaven to Hell
The screwdriver buried to the base of the handle, into your spine With one quick pull paralysis sets in Let's see you walk away from this situation Coming up roses I feel nothing, you're just anothe
by Years Spent Cold on album Moving Heaven to Hell
suffer slowly ill make this uneasy fuck your friends, fuck your family dont preache to me about positivity its not the answer and it never will be drawn and quartered now your legs can spread furthe
by Years Spent Cold on album Moving Heaven to Hell
I'll burn your bridges and watch you fall Fuck ties, fuck friendships. We broke them all Feel these bones breaking. As flesh tears through skin Reveal what lies within. These demons taking over Your
by Years Spent Cold on album Moving Heaven to Hell
No one fucking cares No one misses you I hope you died in your family's arms You and your friends were never, kings of shit It's time to deal with the, card you're dealt Your time was ticking, the f
by Years Spent Cold on album Moving Heaven to Hell
They were warned They are doomed And nothing will save you Cut from ear to ear Left to rot
by Years Spent Cold on album Moving Heaven to Hell
You tell me like to burn a bridge That you always make mistakes like this Are you having fun? I tell you I've got my secrets too I go hunting for someone like you Are you having fun? Oh, tell me how
by Name Taken on album Hold On
So cool and sweet, soft to the last curve of your lips Oh does this feel the same? No this can't be cause this feels cheap Once young but now old, my heart was better sold, a heart better sold... So
by Days Of Anger on album Death Path
Run like hell Into the woods Insane, Depraved I guess you know my name By now??? My breath the smell of death Anger? And cursed? Religious fucked up soul Prepare to take your last breath (You're gonn
by Angie Hart on album Grounded Bird
You're a cold hard killer There's no magic I can see You are not an angel Not the gift from saints I'd thought you'd be You are like an ice king And you're picking holes in me But I have thawed and I
by Angie Hart on album Simple
You're a cold hard killer There's no magic I can see You are not an angel Not the gift from saints I'd thought you'd be You are like an ice king And you're picking holes in me But I have thawed and I
by Fitzgerald Ella on album The War Years
Fitzgerald Ella The War Years Stone Cold Dead In The Market He lies Stone Cold Dead In The Market Stone Cold Dead in the Market Stone Cold Dead in the Market I killed nobody but me husband. One
by Rene Rodrigezz on album Killer
Hey (hey) Hey (hey) Hey (hey) Stone cold killer Hey (hey) Hey Hey (hey) Hey She's a stone cold killer She'll make you run from heaven's gate all night She's a stone cold lover She'll make you wish yo