Texty:
Mother Love Bone Waiting For You

waitin I'm waitin for you I'm waitin I'm waitin for the showdown Im waitin I'm waiting for the showdown I'm waitin waitin waitin for you I'm waitin

ghetto love, ghetto love. I can feel that ghetto love, ghetto love . . .] Street people [people] All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're ready for

you get When you see a chest without a butcher knife buried in it Wait a minute, gimme an axe I wanna smash your ribcage in half For every time you

feel that Mama that you're getting in the way around the house We don't have anything else for you to do You using bad English we don't want you to

new to me It got me trippin' like some L.S.D. We come deep like the sea comin' high like the sky Waitin' for you and yours to die Here they come, here

have drank too many beers But one day you'll pay Doomed to this kid that you fueled with anger actions Disgust mostly sick most, never have satisfaction Till your bones

sent you Now I'm'a take you off here, you don't know what you got into Okay, you wanna play rough? A thug changes and love changes A thug changes and

. Went to the street you used to live on, staring at the bedroom window of your old home with puppy eyes...waiting for God to throw me a bone. I'd settle for

pop when niggas surfboard You ain't stoppin' me dawg Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards You grimey as birds shittin' on the top of ya Fords You will, die by the gun if you