• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Options - Pedro The Lion
• Options - Chimaira
• Options - Scholastic Deth
• Options - Capone
• Options - Schoolboy Q

We were walking, holding hands
With our bare feet in the sand
And the seagulls overhead
When I borke the spell and said
"I could never divorce you
Without a good reason
And though I may never have to
It's good to have options"
But for now, I need you
But for now, I need you
But for now, I need you
But it was only in my head
Because no one ever says
What they really mean to say
When there's so much at stake
So I told her I loved her
And she told me she loved me
And I mostly believed her

A slave to my thoughts daily
I finally lost my craving
Need this to end real soon
You come then you go away
No way I can make it through this
Can you feel my heart fade away?
Do you remember what it was like when you told me no?
Feeling I can't figure me out
I'd try but I'm not allowed
Where do I go from here now?
My friends can't explain this to me
When I see you I don't see me
I feel I'll never gain
Your affection is a must to me
But reflections of past life won't let me be
Right now all hope is lost
Do you remember what it was like when you told me no?
Feeling I can't figure me out
I'd try but I'm not allowed
Where do I go from here now?
Save some for me

This means more to me than you'll ever see
And I'm happier now than you'll ever be
I don't care if I act like I'm still 14
In my travels there's so much I've seen
Your options serve to restrain
My options keep me sane
And as you rot in the office
I'll be sleeping on someone's floor
And as you cash out your options
My band will be having fun on tour
You thought you'd never be like them

[Capone & Noyd]
Light up! Light up! That's right! Bring it! Whatever you want!
Bring it! QB!(Guns, knives, whatever you want)
Whatever ya'll niggas want, man, whatever!
Bring money, lye, whatever you want!
You expect to come correct nigga!
Bring it, thugs, gangstas, whatever you want!
QB, Capone and Noyd, what?
[Noyd]
Niggas don't want beef, they don't wanna see me
They don't wanna be with their wiz and kids
And get fronted with heat
They don't wanna die, niggas wanna live
I know niggas wanna smoke blunts, puff puff and give
Believe niggas don't want it with the kid
Niggas rather drown down Bicardi and party and shit
You know my hoods though be bout this shit
My dunns are a hundred sick, thugs who thump, thugs who pump
You weak, we deep, niggas from Queens
And we eat niggas with Jim, and get em for bling (bling!)
You know my dun smoke more than fiends
My broads fit more coke in they ass and jeans
Which is great cause we dealin with a couple of apes
Til' we pull out these eights and get your safe
No masks, let these niggaz see our face
Pawn yourself, boy, cause we robbin the place, what?
[Chorus: Capone and Noyd]
[C]We can shoot, fight, smoke, drink
Jail, nigga, bust that ass down with shanks
[N]We can thump, chump, we aim to kill
Thug nigga put it down, the game is real
[C]We can shoot, fight, smoke, drink
Jail nigga, bust that ass down with shanks
[N]Nigga we can thump, chump, we aim to kill
Thug nigga put it down, the game is real
[Capone]
Yo, yo, hey yo, niggas never learn
Til' they shot and get a jail term
Both havin bullets is hot
The average ran by the room
And the city is ridin', cops knockin'
The streets is watchin', without shades
I don't stop, I just keep clockin'
Haters played on my bad judgment
Like dude's numbers (you want it?)
Then floss for a few summers
Newcomers walk in my steps, often I rep
Bang guns, still got corporate respect
They think they fuckin' up the projects,
Installing cameras, niggas'll shoot them shits out
And get 'em more bananas, you know the ghetto life
Jail, blood, sweat, and tatted tears
Block wars, every young bitch having kids
I'm the lost boy of Queensbridge, drama never told
Been a piranha in the streets since seven years old
Two and a half years cold, now scorchin'
Like a bullet bucked from a four fifth
Grunt nigga, fallin'
[Chorus]
[Noyd (Capone)]
Yo, yo, now we the niggas cockin' the hammers, rockin bandanas
My whole clique gangsta boy (Straight bananas!)
(Compulsive gamblers bet the X-5)
(It's money on the line, I form better, the all bets on the side)
To death niggas ride, with the guns you can get it live
(Slain in the public, the game we above it)
And we don't discuss nothin, we leave the guns buckin'
You get knocked down with four pounds, keep frontin'
We rep Queensbridge and you heard of us all
There's Noyd and Capone and we murder you all
(Leave you in the morgue, toe tag, and polaroid picture)
(If my shit jam, and don't bust, then Noyd'll hit you)
And I won't stop 'til I get a man, pop a nigga
Or pull out the box cutter and 'ox the nigga
(Who can stop this killa? Capone, the block guerilla)
(I snap shots, still got the picture)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigger, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah nigger, yeah
Ice [?] in your lungs, yeah nigger, yeah, pull it on your tongue
Shitting on your buns, shitting on your bumps
Baddest hoes, baddest hoes, finest weed finest weed
Baddest hoes, baddest hoes, finest weed finest weed
Your only [?] I fucked it off
Pistols by your man's I fuck you off
Chevy by his neck I'll snatch it off,
Fucking cut his by his waist I'm searching off
Yeah nigger, I be on some shit sex money murd 'em with your bitch making fuck flix
Yeah, real spit, yeah tongue touch this, seamen down the throat my submarine do the motion
Oh, yeah, she know it, hit it from the back she ain't no telling who record it
Rearrange her pussy yeah for sure a nigger know it
Fuck her like I fuck her cause she fuck me like she own it
Baddest hoes, baddest hoes, finest weed finest weed
Baddest hoes, baddest hoes, finest weed finest weed
Ice [?] in your lungs, yeah nigger, yeah, pull it on your tongue
Shitting on your buns, shitting on your bumps
Baddest hoes, baddest hoes, finest weed finest weed
Baddest hoes, baddest hoes, finest weed finest weed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigger, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah nigger, yeah
Talk about the coup now loose the top
Bought a chain now nigger up the game
Give me 50 feet or turn to trick or treat
Drive back everything what the fuck you think?
Yeah nigger, I be [?] a while young nigger black 'em out
Bitch I'm talking [?] bet they love me now
Keep these bitches by the [?] yeah I'm digging bitches out
Purple haze she screaming, awww
She know it, hit it from the back she ain't no telling who record it
Ass so fucking fat you need a toll trip just to throw it
Fuck her like I fuck her cause she fuck me like she own it
Baddest hoes, baddest hoes, finest weed finest weed
Baddest hoes, baddest hoes, finest weed finest weed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigger, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah nigger, yeah
Ice [?] in your lungs, yeah nigger, yeah, pull it on your tongue
Shitting on your buns, shitting on your bumps
Baddest hoes, baddest hoes, finest weed finest weed