Rocking around the Christmas tree. At the Christmas party hop. Mistletoe hung where you can see. Every couple tries to stop. Rocking around the Christmas tree.
(oo) What you want. (oo) Baby, I got. (oo) What you need. (oo) Do you know I got it?. (oo) All I'm askin'. (oo) Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit).
Ahh yes. . Chickaha. . Well, looky here looky here. Ah what do we have?. Another pretty thang ready for me to grab. But little does she know. That I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing.
(Yukmouth). Yes!. (Uh!). Yes!. Welcome!. (Thug niggas throw yo turf in the air!). Smoke-A-Lot up in this bitch!. (Throw yo hood in the air!). A-G-2 the Ke, DMG, yes!.
Yes, yes, yes, uh!. Balla shit, nigga. Timer shit nigga. (Regime shit baby). Flossy shit, boi!. (Smoke-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot). Rolex Rulez. Check it, we rock big jew-els an shit, big karats an baggets an shit.
[ CHORUS ]. I got some killers on the payroll, and they know. When it's time to handle business, nigga, lay low. . [ Phats Bossi ]. Money to double, still in the struggle, stuck to my hustle.
[Big Krizz Kaliko]. Regime Mobstaz. Regime Niggaz. Regime Killers. Regime Life. (2x). . [Tech N9ne]. Yo, yo!. I'm a Regime original. My flow's aqua. She give me yo' snaps.
Welcome.. It is I that you see.. Little boys an girls.... Revelationz.. Listen.. Why do the good die young, an the bad mutha fuckas live fo ever?. 'cause nigga, we livin on hell nigga..
I live the life of a hooler, take ten pages. Turn around and shoot 'em, concrete Buddha. We threw 'em in the creak to loose 'em. Streets polluted with drugs, salute 'em with thugs.
I don't know about you I'm doin' what I do. And the way I'm livin' is great. Only thing that I can do, every day contend you. Give them haters reason to hate.
There ain't no mystery here. We just try to get by. No use in having a plan. They'll only cut up you sky. You can't open their eyes. Once you give in to the lie.
The imaginary line that we don't dare cross. That innocent side that might be lost. That dangerous beast that lies inside. That public cry, that never knowing.
He slips into the room with the broken mirrors. Trying to make the voices in his head disappear. He crashes to the floor, his head in his hands. Trying to recover from his mother's demands.
I've been dragged through the mud. Told I ain't enough. Done a lot of hard livin' in a world that's sometimes cold. I been pitched and taken in. My future's looking grim.
I've been dragged through the mud. Told I ain't enough. Done a lot of hard livin' in a world that's sometimes cold. I been pitched and taken in. My future's looking grim.
I want to rescue you. Fill all the empty spaces that you're falling through. Hold you up when your skies turn gray. Stand by you no matter what they say.
Bad blood stirring in the boiling pot. Finger on the trigger of a gun. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. It's an old web being spun. Born from the seeds of anger and hatred.
Out on the wing of another life. Reaching to raise up before you climb. Think you've got it made, I don't know why. Sooner or later, you're gonna fly.
I clutched at the broken strings. As you let go of me. And in my darkest hour. I never thought you'd set me free. And now that you've gone beyond. You think I don't belong.
I've been all wound up, twisted and tied. Tangled in a mess since I met your eyes. But the more we pull apart the harder we collide. When we come back around.