From underneath the skin Answering the calling To face our fate at hand The forming of pure evil Created by man Betrayal of the masses Leaves blood upon
go home The first mate he got drunk Broke in the Cap'n's trunk The constable had to come and take him away Sheriff John Stone Why don't you leave me
insanity Roaring inside your head Trapped in a palace of pain cannot be the same Look where this path has led Screaming but noone hears Caged inside your fear Leaving
of love before I'm love with my foreign, yes I'm married to my dough.... I'm in love with my money... mm mm [Chamillionaire] You can catch me squeezing
type of love before I'm love with my foreign, yes I'm married to my dough I'm in love with my money... [Chamillionaire] You can catch me squeezing grain
of love before I'm love with my foreign, yes I'm married to my dough.... I'm in love with my money... mmmm [Chamillionaire] You can catch me squeezing
or die, either or, my blood is what they fiending for My people's screamin for the justice we deserve Set 41 back, we leaving 22 in the curb *more scratching
Those empty words produced by My broken soul Misfortune along my side Of killing kind Difference well hidden in insensibility Holding only hatred A contradiction from which emotions arise Catch 22
runnin over the yellow reflectors about to wreck I'm seein two's, three's, oasises and mirages Bumpin into trees, leaves, garbage cans and garages Under my seat, military issue Spoofed up insurance, SR-22
this Then I will leave this battlefield Good or bad depends on your point of view And I can see things from both sides Just one more classic case of catch-22
it down soon as I get it You can leave your hair in a mess, don't even get dressed, Tonight we makin' love, makin' love [Fabolous:] June 22nd, think
Wanna light, I got the torch, California up north For any nigga puttin' flamed on a Porches and never drive on Bitch, you're gonna die on San Quinton for and five catch
heard police sirens. Oh shit!, it's goin', (down, down) Guns out, they tellin' him to get, (down, oooh well) He on both knees, Blood squirtin' out his jeans, Catch 22
many contradictions, why didn't we listen? Well, it's a catch 22(catch 22) Damned if I don't, Damned if I do Yes, it's a catch 22 Damned if I don't
tymin' I get respect on the East, I get respect on the West Got plenty jewels on my neck, got 22's on my Lex I'm 22 years old with 22 bad hoes 'Cause
a rug A momma never said, she loved or hugged us It's just us, me and my two sisters I'm too whooshes Plus new bushes with .22's up in the bushes We
of young soldiers and reeping fruit aww yeah this a part of our lifestyle might sound good on wax but we livin' it right now I wish you would catch
(feat. Mike Shorey) [Fabolous] Yeah, Uh I know I make you wanna leave the one you with But I ain't Usher Raymond I'm the kid that they rush to blamin