: (feat. Spice 1, The Outlawz) [Spice 1] boss... [coughing] [Chorus] [Spice 1] Now if I died in a hail of bullets Would my niggaz go to war for me?
forgiveness Repentance over and over to a safe secure place Your heavenly disgrace now Wink your eye to your altar boy?s thighs Is that your choice of toys Hey father, hail
Übersetzung: Winans, Mario. Hail Of Bullets.
s forgiveness Repentance over and over to a safe secure place Your heavenly disgrace now Wink your eye to your altar boy?s thighs Is that your choice of toys Hey father, hail
(feat. Spice 1, The Outlawz) [Spice 1] boss... [coughing] [Chorus] [Spice 1] Now if I died in a hail of bullets Would my niggaz go to war for me? Straight
ve been traveling on this wavy road Long time til I be take off this load But we ride, ride it like a bullet Hail Mary, Hail Mary We won't worry everyting
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death Praying for a bullet hail Gorilla, suffocate! Gorilla, maim! An education in... Howling! Ministers of death We'll be praying, Praying for this bullet hail
Run up in the White House Erase people, edit them Press delete, hit em in the chest with heat Hail to the chief Bullets everywhere, its beef Violence
hell Now ultra-violence commands the day Bonded by metal - we will never give in You open your mouth and blood pours out You die in the hail of bullets
it's Leo' Di's letter, dawg Rockin' bluish velvet, this man is no rapper The pen in his hand is used to cast a spell Black Israel, my fist hail like the
I be bustin caps like my amp be bustin speakers So how do you figure that Big Boi be scared to blast ya You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail
your icy blues And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway With this trunk of ammunition too I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets I
d-da, (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) day-da Danger, dangerous... style Verse One: RZA Lyrical shots from the glock bust bullet holes on the chops
? The dream is dead. The dream died... the day we say a thief take over. He cast aside... the rights we sacrificed with lives. The dream died... in hail
but layin on her bed, call the cops were the last words she said, my daddy went to jail, he liked to sail, he liked the hail and then I knew it would
make 'em show up then thangs Take 'em in the room go in his pockets And then blow up his brain No matter the weather Rain, snow, sleet, or hail I'ma
: I'm walking out in a force ten gale. birds thrown around, bullets for hail. the roof is pulling off by its fingernails. your voice is rapping on my