words This heart Have hurt a lot I know I'm wrong This will not stop I've said so many things A lot that I regret but Words will be the death of me Mark
words This heart Have hurt a lot I know I'm wrong This will not stop I've said so many things A lot that i regret but Word will be the death of me Mark
Übersetzung: Eine Rakete zum Mond. The Death Of Me.
A night of Lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color hundred hues a rich Mandala for me & you & for your silky pillowed house a head, wisdom & a bed
me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm chasing the moon Before
on the wire Y'all rappers must love death Go against me is like holdin' ya breath Bullet proof skin inside my mind, my brain's holdin' a tec Y'all rappers
Sayin, "Please, don't fall in this game!" We're all in a gang It's like the ghetto, got me trapped with a ball and a chain To them crack rocks I swallow
Nas need a queen not a hoe to... Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me But not a hype chick- someone with proper energy Someone who's into me
<a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this
a nuclear shower For a nuclear hour, fools I devour Destroy the mechanics, run off like manics [Chorus] "This is a death ship. These poor creatures
a hundred a 'wap Get a job, I used to sell rocks in front of my mom's building Twelve hundred a day, now me and my moms chillin Uh, I write raps, make
was a murder last night and the shit didn't really sit right with me So I had to tell a story Ohhhhhhhhh baby! Blood on the walls, {?} [Joe Budden]
fuck off Said your brother's a real punk rocker REFRAIN: Something gonna happen Something very soon Transcending flesh could be a breeze Sending me oh over the Moon Friends near death
don't care, I'm still wild like Tone Loc I'm swift, a.k.a. a black stallion Fat herringbone, with no medallion Hello, I still got the same funk flow
getting a job so I mob not givin' a fuck I'm the drama mama warned all they kids about I mash up strapped Get my dibs n' out Hustler musn't trustin' a gat To keep me
While the meth got me open like falopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least expect Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck Ruler Zig
stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels While the meth got me open like falopian tubes I bring death to a snake when he least expect Ain't a damn
So now my ceilin' is painted with cosmic spaces Firecracker to the moon, keep your eyes shut Blastin' off like a rocket from the ground up I used to catch a
