dangerous, that girl is so dangerous That girl is a bad girl, yeah Oh, bad to the bone Everything locked like a two three zone I wanted to make my black
Michael Jackson I played 'Ready For The World', she was ready for some action My dawg said you ain't no freak, so you 'bout to prove my man wrong Imma
go to sleep And when the light in my eye is fading When running water becomes too deep Finally angels turn my fire to dust And when my soul's no longer
ya think my heart don't sink my drink's half-full i could leave with a wink you think i'm made of stone that the only time i ever speak my mind's when
Carved out of matches But broken out of stone ?Taken from the fire of your fiddle Words of unspoken, blinding truth If I couldn't see it, I was lost in my
' Workin' while the rain's fallin' Ragman, your song of the street Keeps haunting my memory Music in the air I hear it ev'rywhere Rags, bones with old
voice is the heat of the night I'm on fire In a phone booth in some local bar and grill Rehearsing what I'll say, my coin returns How the heart approaches
before you go Cold was the storm That covered the night What makes the soul The soul of a man? Beat my bones against the wall Put up fire and throw
my bones If we can learn how to freeze ourselves alive We can learn to leave these burdens to burn Cast out these creatures of woe Who shatter themselves Fighting the fire
salt In my mouth I don't know where I've been But I know where I'm going To that volcano, oh I don't want to fall in though So I want my bones on the
on my back I had to set it on fire in a vat of chicken fat I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair Running through the mini mall in my underwear
different than I expected) Shot in the leg, shot in the leg My leg is a bone, nobody home My hand is a wire, the skies are fire The drums are beating
! Crawling through poison ivy My soul still flies with broken wings and the sun is blinding, I can't stop staring I don't wanna close my eyes Righteous
What a night for a dance, you know I'm a dancing machine With a fire in my bones and the sweet taste of kerosene I get lost in the night so high I don
seemed to know my, my neighbors So I gave them safety in my home Then there was a, a pounding sound And screaming voices all around I offered them my, my
to find a way to say, oh, my But check it out, though I done made enough money to buy my ghetto A lot of weapons, y'all and I made it, takin' out my
' that crack Some of my thugs grave long gone Lot of my niggas' at home playin' Bone Could they rest in peace? My niggas sleep Makaveli, Biggie Smalls
fire, fire baby, got that fire fire baby Got that fire, fire, baby, got that fire, fire, baby Got that fire, fire, baby, got that fire, fire, baby Got