Übersetzung: Hoffnungslos. Wir tanzen nicht.
it's gonna be reality, now picture me struggling Hustling, muggin' and doin' bad Elevatin', behind the little shit that I never had It's sad, but I all
on V.L. (Valence Street) in the 13th Rest In Peace, My heart goes out to my round L.T. A slim nigga with two at the bottom, four cross the T-O-P A H.
Larm! Sag blo?! Arsch hoch, Arm hoch, Glas hoch, A, B! C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z! Ich flow' sogar das Alphabet
would have guessed, that in my future years I'd be stressing Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers
blesse quand j'vois un frere le baguy baisse au premier essai mince les pinces me grattent sur leur pc j voudrais remercier mon B.E.P nique sa mere mon B.E.P
? (H-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o?) Hello? (H-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o?) Hello? (H-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o?) Hello? (H-e-l-l-o, h-e-l-l-o,
per infame L o sono lettere o sono lame M emme e uno sbirro perche e un maiale N come niente da perdere O zero P come pampero Q come te quiero R rap S
l?Italia (vieni da noi in Italia) e gullia (e dimmi) politica di khhh, street maghribia l?hossoria contret fl commissaria l hattai kei drbu khtom (gli
U-N-H-O-L-Y's now in the looser mix Unholy's inside a me so I get homocidous The unholy poetry is for all the suicidalists Just another brother from D-E
E-A-L-O-U-S But I'll knock your ass out like my man Joe Louis I'm never fakin' titles I'm takin' Money I'm makin' and hearts I'm breakin' U-N-H-O-L-Y'
P.I.E.S. too hip den P.O.S.T.I.E.S. too trendy, den M.I.L.K.I.E.S. too sick Sind die neue Klasse Anarchie haben ihren Plan exponieren sich nie kampfen
oV l i m oV a l l o i o u t a i d e o xv s P e r (e l a i o v), oP oi a v ovm m i yn uvv m a s i v, ovom a x e t a i xa u ' nd o n nn e xa o i o n . '
cuccave io o' ver addurav' 'e chella la e a giacca blu' c''o nomm' mio no nun'e' overo ca me l'h'accattat' nu cumpagno mio e' stata lei coi soldi suoi
go. With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and ya'll disgrace the C-P-T. Cuz you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy, with no vaseline... [Refrain] [L.L
The I-c-e-T O.G. M.C. L.A.P.D. H-a-t-e- s (Ho!) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo Time to get wreck with the new style It's
? Let me spell it for you Double-U I, double-L, I-E Nobody truer than, H-O-V And I'm back for more, New York's ambassador Prime Minister, back to finish
have it you faggots ain't know my status Fuckin with my mathematics you make us savage Five nine one six O, light brown M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek put it down