What do you want from a new man?

What sheep been born from a new lamb?

Verbatim of another life

Not a copy, just a look-alike

Got twelve clocks, one for every hour

Ten to the second of one to the power

Money don't pay the luxury and fame you get when you combine, carbine down your sight 09

Mock mobbin' on my life

The love that they provide

The family is one, but the mob is still alive

A man, he's the mosh

A pit this **** was

Ate up this **** must

Obey the group or

Gone, gone, gone gone or

Gone, gone, gone gone or

Gone, gone, gone gone or

Gone, gone, gone

Gone, gone, gone gone or

Gone, gone, gone gone or

Gone, gone, gone gone or

Gone, gone, gone

Knew a man, **** chase

Fuck on a bitch like a black sheikh

Tucking out lives like a black plague

Pop, no bitch, I'm in last place

Gone was a thank you

And that bitch was a blank you

Ain't no one replace, but the sadness that I waste

When you're gone

Sex on pace, going slow

Crack house raid, I'm on cop patrol

Glad to be awake, not to sympathize with the madness that they wait, they were living their own lie

If life were one band, was I gone?

To the cashier said, "In the bag till its gone"

Live on the lamb, the blood on the black, the sign of the lies,

Till I'm all but

Gone, gone, gone gone or

Gone, gone, gone gone or

Gone, gone, gone gone or

Gone, gone, gone

Gone, gone or gone

Gone, gone, gone or

Gone, gone, gone

Gone or gone, gone, gone

Gone or gone, gone, gone