Verse 1: Help me find the love that I once knew Broken, beaten, busted, black and blue Sarah screamed into the sham Holding on to Jesse's name Chorus
Verse 1: Given the need to know I've called you on all I've seen A record for the unknown As blatant as these from me Arranged for the world to see As
Verse 1: A note, a shot, a photograph For all the times we ever laughed A wink, a nod to every time I knew You were turning my head... Like tops upon
thoughts Damned only your cross and go back home Verse 2: By now, you should've found your way out Calmed down and I don't even notice Go on as often
how could this have happened again? Chorus: Oooh Love, Hold On Tear Me, Ready Or Not Fools fall reckless As pieces fall to the ground Pre Bridge: Oooh trying to hold on
Verse 1: Dead, fall to the grip of the wicked Run into the depths of the trenches Go, never return from resentment Choked by every word that I've witnessed
bang clubs and streets it's gettin hot See Mack won't stop until Mack's on top Young black america my CD drop in two thousand and two, to change hip-hop
police Called up my friend Joe, a roof job pro 459 on his mind car stereos He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week 3 a.m. on the dot inside
' on things, mad systems boom The girls are lookin' better The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever At Venice by the ocean Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel
Try to fight it, try to deny it Stupid you will feel, what I do, I do at will Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill Half a breath left on my death
of matches They still wouldn't found out From here on out it's the chronic two Startin' today and tomorrow's the new And I'm still loco enough To choke you to death
ball, naw! Katrina and Rita, ain't got nothin at all On the bandages and damages that we gon put on y'all, for sure! Run on up if ya want, cause we ready
to find a way, to come up on 2 pounds of yay and double up it, ain't never happened touch it a lot of niggaz focued on they candy paints and that was
your contract Your advance is axed and A & R is gonna write all ya new tracks I'm on the dole with mad loot selling bootlegs of poor artists Got two
fight it, try to deny it Stupid you will feel What I do, I do it well Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill Half a breath left on my death
two, we recordin'? I'm cancerous, so when I diss you wouldn't wanna answer this If you responded back with a battle rap you wrote for Canibus I strangled you to death
[Dr. Dre] Y'all know me, still the same O.G., but I been low key Hated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no G's No wheels and no keys
