with the Lex on Not a lot salute I'm too hot for Duke Plus proper too, I'm unstoppable So f*** with me, that's what not to do, come on Repeat 1 (2x)
Übersetzung: Blätter. Come On.
Übersetzung: Romeo Must Die Soundtrack. Come On [Klinge].
I pick and choose Head whips pickin' in twos If it's Blade you runnin' with Get your kicks and shoes Number one till I die Come on ain't (shit) to lose
me all your love Is all I ever asked Cause what you don't understand Is I'd catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah) Throw my hand on the blade for ya
these lies Break me with all your words As I gasp for one last breath The tears from the fallen angels Will come to rise Come to rise Will come to rise
come to rise Come to rise Will come to rise I've watched as dreams slowly waste away and die You are a post mortem beauty queen As razor blades cut me
hands on my soul Oh, no, I'm going home Her vicious lips feel like a razor blade poem Razor blade eyes, tan colored thighs A girl with a spine and a man on
and every brother on the streets If not peace then at least let's get a piece I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased Lookin' through my highschool
and get to creepin I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own on the spot where everybody and
this shit go (y'know) {All Eyez On Me} Motherfuckin O.G. Roll up in the club and shit (is that right?) {All Eyez On Me} {All Eyez On Me} But you
didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close He caught me on the sneak tip, now the punk's in deep shit Catch him on the streets, I'ma bring him
Get biz, niggaz actin' like it ain't what it is Let the knife work push the blade up in his shit! (AAGGGHH!) Let Doc come sew him up! - Gangs signs throw
with a switch blade They point their finger at me, sayin' I'm bug My flows crack you listen, your fuckin' brains on drugs Look, ice drippin' on my neck, hands grippin' on
tell a nigga paid, when his filas shoes suede Rock a ceaser or a fade kept a pistol or a blade Try to flip a 62 like every couple days I get knocked I come
other shit Can't tell me shit about the tricks of this trade Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade
carriage will come I'm in the clouds you won't see me on the train I travel first class you don't even got a TV on your plane You should be easy on my
man you knew He painted on your shoulder blade A love declared, a cheap display scarred for life, your choice is always made. A paradise is what you throw away, throw away... Seven come
