J Kimball, and R Vanwarner
There's no hero in this story
And the ending is so sad
In the ruins of my dreams we lie
I would kill to win you back
I should send you fields of roses
Say I'll always wish you well
But I had cast you as my Juliet
And you have cast me into hell
For those who have been wounded
Where love has missed it's mark
Bow your head and say a prayer
Tonight for Romeo's Heart
In this wine I taste your kisses
With this bread I break my word
I will not die upon this cross for you
All I feel for you is hurt
I know the moon will rise again
But there will be no starlight in my eyes
For those who have been wounded
Where love has missed it's mark
Bow your head and say a prayer
Tonight for Romeo's Heart[Skit]
[Noreaga]
Hey yo the same old G
Yo thats my shit
Switch cd's threw on Nas shit
Yo in the whip yo the windows clogged up
Shorty givin me head mouth clogged up
Flusher Meadow we call it "Lovers Lane"
Every nigga probably here probably doin the same
>From the front seat back seat
Stashed in the glove compartment
Where we keep the heat
Shorty try to kiss me
I'm like "I don't kiss
dont take it personal yo some ass this
but it's all good you could still suck my shit"
She star-struck bitch just wantin to fuck
Askin me repeatedly to say "What what"
She sucked my dick till I can't even bust
She sucked my shit I had no more nuts
Heyyo it's time to break before it get too late
Had my wife out while I think I'm on a date
But I rolled the philly and I counted my bread
She said "One more time" and she grabbed my head
I'm like "Wow she spittin on it gettin on it"
Actin like she never had it like she really wanted
I heard a knock on the window said "Don't move"
Yo I'm nearly stuck shorty jumped right up
Heard a nigga say "Don't move and give it up"
At this point I'm shook turn around and I look
BANG BANG Yeah nigga just shot his ass
Broken window plus I got blood on my glass
Get the car door open gat in my hand
Still soapin lookin for who was approachin
Blue suit damn I couldn't see through the tints
Ah fuck it I'll say that it was self defense
But the bitch started yellin raisin hell-in
I probably gotta body or two to see tellin
But then yo a nigga just shot a cop
Pig's blood on my clothes pig's blood on my glock
But they just shot a black man
Fourty one times
He had no gat I got murder rhymes
Whatchoo think they would've did if they see mine
The chick out of control wildin screamin and yellin
I told her to chill before we get a felon
My hand over her mouth I to