Something But I Was A Little Bitty Nothin In the City Thuggin Never Been A Nigga Thats Never DoneLess Than 100% The Hustles Thats In Me My Thug Mentality
What's this? Dear Angie I know we've been together a long time, boo But I'm writing this letter 'cuz I really couldn't face you like It's kinda ill I
[50 cent] Its more mental then physical Its more then sexin we gotta connection Be my angel and ill be your protection If you grind when i grind when
I died mentally not bein fictitious, You were my heart, my soul, and since ur gone ive lost my mind, In a mental and heart battle,
with you, Everybody was well dressed, and everybody was a mess, 6 things without fail you must do, so that your woman loves just you, oh all the girls played mental
feet And she was looking down They let Lisa go blind And everyone she knew Thought she was beautiful Only slightly mental Beautiful, only temperamental Beautiful, only slightly mental
we go again, ohh Ill will, ill will For good or ill, my iron will Is unrivaled, still evil ill thrill This is the curse to me and my friends Ill will
so below mentality, honest to god, really You know what I mean, he got the nerve to bug me You know what I mean, he got the nerve to bug me This mentality
as he sat in his Condemned cell. He drifted into the new world Of the dreams of eschaton Anorexia nervosa is a condition that Leaves mentally ill people
I'll call the authorities I hope she hasn't been raped This world's a mystery to me, oh She was a straight-A student from Tennessee A little mentally ill
warnings, as in withered ill-willed spirit. Psychic dweller, fearing the lies that surround you like a mental grip. Aborticide as altruistic moral
we're mentally ill We're living in this world and we're killing it, so absurd And for dollar bills we keep on drilling it until we're mentally ill Living
stillborn It is so very strange To keep their souls away from harm I was one of the mentally ill Who stayed in a cell of his own I was one of the mentally ill
coupe deville Hey KL, where's that barbecue grill Head on down to Margaritaville Have me a cheeseburger with a big pickle dill Jesus, I sound kinda mentally ill
worn out gone ocean calmly lowers bodies offering whims condition as night falls spills disease mental sores mine exploding you fucking liar lines form
rural route Oh merciful Father, show us the will Here on the rural route Give us the mercy for the drug-addicted And the mentally ill on the rural route
die Said the spider to the fly, "Could this one be tasty?" Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me On the job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill