Prick
Chorus
Let's go get em' let's go get em'
Let's go get em' let's go get em' dawg x2
[Kane & Abel]
My click is killers
In the line of fire in a pack of stuff affiliated mob figures
Down with mortal combat 44 mag
And you wants to die when we ship bags and hold tags
We rolling up and we holding up
Boot up or shoot up and get that jaw swollen up
Killer please give me some gangsta shit know the click cock it back
Kane & Abel bout that combat bitch
[Soulja Slim]
G
Paranoid
Finished with my women
She couldn't help me with my mind
People think I'm insane
Cause I am frowning all the time
All the time
All the time
All day long I think these things
But nothing seems to satisfy
I think I'll loose my mind
If I don't find something to pacify
Can you help him feel love?
Cause he's not made of steel
Oh no, no
Can't you help him feel love?
'Cause he's not made of steel
I need someone to show me
The things in life that I can't find
I can't see the things
That make true happiness I must be blind
Make a joke and I will sigh
And she will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel
And love to me is so unreal
So unreal
So unreal
And so as you hear these words
Telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life
I wish I could but it's too late
Can you help me feel love, love
Cause I'm not made of steel
Oh no, no
Can you help him feel love, love
'Cause I'm not made of steel
Oh no, no
Can you help me feel love, love
Cause I'm not made of steel
Oh no, no
Can you help me feel love, love
'Cause I'm not made of steel
Oh no, no
('Cause he's not made of steel)