Texty:
For Your Eyes Only The Hardcore Song

Just tell me its okay to leave this note And die I wanna see I wanna know Your hands around my throat I wanna see I wanna know Your hands around my

lose or you might die 'cause I'm the wrong Ice for your bruise and that's no lie Meanwhile the penile is stacked to the top With my niggaz, mostly for

the eyes of his crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock working overtime for making money for

nothing but selfish gain, filling your pockets, again and again. Selling your soul, taking you fill. Grasping at straws, feeding your own will. Killing your conscience, empty, bereft. Losing your life for

?s the real, if y?all niggaz can?t feel me, then y?all niggaz ain?t real (Ah one two) I thought she was the one for me, only for my eyes to see Sometimes

you might die Cause I'm the wrong Ice for your bruise And that's no lie Meanwhile the penile is stacked to the top with my niggaz Mostly for squeezin

crime, but it just didn't work for me Matter of fact it did it worse for me Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya hard It can only do hurt to me

eyes of his crew Starting fights over little shit, up on the block Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock Working overtime for making money for

eyes of his crew Starting fights over little shit, up on the block Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock Working overtime for making money for