Founds total 43 songs
Lost Again
Lost it! I'm caught in a rage. Like an animal locked in a cage. Now I look into the barrel of a guage-boom!. Made me into the fool. Experimented on me like an animal.
Love Vs. Loneliness
How can you love someone. If you think that you're no one. When you mistreat yourself,. and think it's all you deserve. Cause it's so hard to care. Is this or is it loneliness?.
Just Another Love Song
Well I just had to turn off the radio. But not before I heard thirteen songs about love in a row. Well I don't know what the next song's gonna be. But I know how the words are gonna go.
Invocation
Oh yea, know that shit. Sounds so good. I wanna... right along. Yea this is K-Sui,. Cyco Miko here, giving you the easy. muthafuck'n listening sounds for the hard.
Human Guinea Pig
(Suicidal Tendencies). . (From F.N.G. compilation, 1992). . Lying on my back, wheeled under blinding light. Shackled restraints resist my attempted fight.
Evil
Evil evil evil. You make me feel so. Evil evil evil. You make me wanna get. . I tried to shield my soul from you. But your evil sleeped on thru. Cause you're evil.
Emotion No 13
I wish so hard that I could be just like the one you want me to. But it doesn't seem to work though I'm trying. I try so hard to do what's right to be so good to make you proud.
Cyco
Cyco cyco cyco cyco. Cyco cyco cyco cyco. Born cyco it's the way I was meant to be. Live cyco it's the only life for me. Burning burning burning burning.
Benediction
Oh yea, back again. Hope you've enjoyed our little excursions.. Tipping, toeing thru the mind of a muthafucka that need's. a little fuck'n stomping on. Yea, but don't take it wrong,.
Feel Like Shit...deja-vu
Don't you tell me that I'm dreaming 'cause I've been here before. But that don't mean that I want to be from here anymore!. Cause I feel like shit-but who are you to say.
Angels
(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin at me because I'm God's child there's angels around me Hook x 2 Verse 1(Young Buck) Lifes a bitch and then you die it couldnt be worse I either don't eat this week or snatch this purse clip hangin out the side of my Karl Kani my eyes blood shot red I'm High But Let's Ride! I ain't scared if I die it was meant to be He might send for y'all before he send for me gun butt you with the back of the beretta the 357 or the black mac 11! We drive bullet proof coupes nigga gon take ya shots We use to shoot hoops nigga now we shoot up blocks Got them shells with them green tips just for ya'll you can run but they coming through them concrete walls Bank$ drop me off show me where he live at think he tough I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack when you here that click clack bitch betta get back quick one to the chest make niggas do back flips Hook x 2 Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$) Yeah I know you niggas want me to get murked get lowered in the dirt in an all black button down shirt cold wit 3 to the dome lil' niggas don't get to see disney land they settle for a funeral home you don't need hoes to know that the leads hot I'm prepared for anything tonight aslong as it's not a head shot the bigger the rim the bigger the tire hollow tips'll make it feel like a nigga on fire Everybody got to go it's the truth so I figure while I'm waitin on my turn I'ma blow up the booth I seen niggas in wheel chairs, eye patches and cruches arm slings that came home to have and dutches we can go there but need I shoot put some holes in your Fila suit you'll probably url when you see my crew I play the hood all the time because I don't give a fuck! you can shoot me down as long as I keep gettin up what! Hook x 2 Verse Three (50 Cent) Shootout shots ricochet, doc says that nigga dead When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit On my balls 'til my number calls, say a prayer hopin God hear - look, I don't fear man Wanna bang out let's bang out, I don't care man A eye for an eye, my perfect to perfections They have me sprayin automatics in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case, oh no I'm more like the kid that put the game in a chokehold You stunt and I stop it, I'm makin a profit Every time you hear my vo-cals comin out them lo-lo's From LA to NY, on the red-eye Teflon in my luggage, you gotta love it, I'm thuggin My street slang, my penitentiary posture Got me out sellin niggaz whole fuckin rosters I'm big in New York, like B.I.G. Plus I runs with D-are-E Hook x2.
Angels (instrumental Version)
(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin at me because I'm God's child there's angels around me Hook x 2 Verse 1(Young Buck) Lifes a bitch and then you die it couldnt be worse I either don't eat this week or snatch this purse clip hangin out the side of my Karl Kani my eyes blood shot red I'm High But Let's Ride! I ain't scared if I die it was meant to be He might send for y'all before he send for me gun butt you with the back of the beretta the 357 or the black mac 11! We drive bullet proof coupes nigga gon take ya shots We use to shoot hoops nigga now we shoot up blocks Got them shells with them green tips just for ya'll you can run but they coming through them concrete walls Bank$ drop me off show me where he live at think he tough I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack when you here that click clack bitch betta get back quick one to the chest make niggas do back flips Hook x 2 Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank$) Yeah I know you niggas want me to get murked get lowered in the dirt in an all black button down shirt cold wit 3 to the dome lil' niggas don't get to see disney land they settle for a funeral home you don't need hoes to know that the leads hot I'm prepared for anything tonight aslong as it's not a head shot the bigger the rim the bigger the tire hollow tips'll make it feel like a nigga on fire Everybody got to go it's the truth so I figure while I'm waitin on my turn I'ma blow up the booth I seen niggas in wheel chairs, eye patches and cruches arm slings that came home to have and dutches we can go there but need I shoot put some holes in your Fila suit you'll probably url when you see my crew I play the hood all the time because I don't give a fuck! you can shoot me down as long as I keep gettin up what! Hook x 2 Verse Three (50 Cent) Shootout shots ricochet, doc says that nigga dead When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit On my balls 'til my number calls, say a prayer hopin God hear - look, I don't fear man Wanna bang out let's bang out, I don't care man A eye for an eye, my perfect to perfections They have me sprayin automatics in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case, oh no I'm more like the kid that put the game in a chokehold You stunt and I stop it, I'm makin a profit Every time you hear my vo-cals comin out them lo-lo's From LA to NY, on the red-eye Teflon in my luggage, you gotta love it, I'm thuggin My street slang, my penitentiary posture Got me out sellin niggaz whole fuckin rosters I'm big in New York, like B.I.G. Plus I runs with D-are-E Hook x2.
One More Memory
Just give me one more memory that's all I ask of you. To see you once again would mean a lot to me. We'll pretend I'm just a friend that you once knew.
Angels
Well I'm going down the street. Going to see Sadie. To let her know. She's My Baby. And I'm tired of the games. She's been playin' on me. Well, I maybe young.
Who'll Be The First
Everybody told me what a fool I was. To fall in love with someone who would never be true. But someday I would wind up with the hopeless love. All alone be wilted and confused.
Slightly Used
SLIGHTLY USED. Writers Wynn Stewart, Curtis Leach, Bobby George. . Before we slip and fall in love, I'd better caution you. I'm the kind they've warned you of, I've slipped a time or two.
One More Memory
Hello darling I'm just passin' through this way. Thought I'd call you up I haven't long to stay. Would you meet me in our same old meetin' place. I promise you that I won't speak of yesterday.
Couples Only
COUPLES ONLY. Writer Wynn Stewart. . I came by your house but you were gone. So I came to the dance but all alone. Through the window saw you dance across the floor.
Angels
She sang like an angel. To the chattering plates. But your pimp and your pusher. You both thought were great. . Well, you earned enough money. To pay for your stuff.
Angel
Looking into your eyes I've seen all. I want to be and I don't want it to end. If I could only put into words the way I see you. I only know I have an angel with me now.
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