was the man of the house when there wasn't Trying to get to know homie just kill the charm You ain't interested in me you just tryna f-ck my mum We are the voices
voice I'm killin' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love Am still a eye blacker, open handed, face the palm smacker Goods strapper, cat stacker, good
one in the same, girl it ain't a game So I can't play with you, wanna lay with you Stay with you, pray with you, grow old and gray with you In good and
Love to see a nigga stop breathing I heard a voice sing out, "Ain't you Sean Puffy Combs? Here's your eulogy, meet you at the crossroads, 'night bone
, listen here I want you girl (Aye) I want you girl (Aye) I want you girl (Aye-aye) Baby once we touch You can never get enough I got that good, so what's good
fronts Rusty old gas pumps Try to fill my mind up with Somethin' 'fore I go Picture postcard memories Well, they always make for good company I don'
flash of light, you said lightning could strike From the same place twice, I have your head on my death 1500, tonights your last night gettin blunted "The voices
to talk to a couple of people man Victory smells so good from here man! Dyko! We talked about this for a long time homie. Don?t it feel good? We told
what I say (Listen to what I Say) The child, the child Sleeping in the night He will bring us goodness and light He will bring us goodness and light He will bring us goodness
It's strange to hear your voice I did not expect for you to call You wonder how I'm doing How I'm holding up since you did me wrong Well, how am I doing
m Mr. Kardinal, voice to the people blood they is family, and verses are lethal and I don't time for the play, play she's a good chick, yo but I'm married
back on again Cowgirls don't cry She grew up, she got married Never was quite right She wanted a house, a home and babies He started comin' home late at night
's got a ring upon her hand She tried to be a good girl She tried to make everything right She tried to kill the voices That haunt her each and every night
Dreaming of forbidden treats When uniforms on night time beats ask me Where I'm going and what I eat I answer them with a voice so sweet I can't come
widowed bride But something touched me deep inside the day the music died So bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good
still splashes inside my chest But she, she is like a top, she cannot stop She moves on A sympathetic stranger Lights a candle in the middle of the night Her voice
watchin' her wax her skis On saturday night she walked in with her date And backs him up against the wall I tumbled off the couch and heard myself sing In a voice
she found a hound dog and she named him dutch She got a job at the arcade takin' quarters But she was never too good at takin' orders So one night she
