all fucked up (all fucked up) But I just can't seem to get it right because I'm all fucked up 'Cause I've been living, living my life, living my life all fucked
Übersetzung: Blood For Blood. Alle Fucked Up.
heart beatin for, ha? (You SCARRRRRED) What's your heart beatin for, ha? [Intro] + (B.G.) Yeaaaaaaaaaaahhh! (Uhh, deez niggaz scarred) What's up
fuck it up if I knew what I know now i would of took it n cut it up 92 roll round thats when it got real my daddy got set up kidnapped robbed and killed
the fuckin' bozack I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks I'm born to jack and slang the fuckin' bozack Verse Four: {E. Vicious} It's some fucked up shit with all
me without my 'tilary I keep a nina if not I keep a fifth beemer Once the drama on I aint waitin to cap a p bra Snake for Jake Blood for Blood I'm with
em up And me all we had to do was boot em up He got the buck now who the fuck want it? I can't see it happen, clips be clappin' Cappin' you til' you see
: [B.G.] Fuck all that asshole and papers on my mind Trying to come up I need every single dime 5, 9, 6, 51, 09 Look out for me, give me something properly
unplugged for thug lifers We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher Got the town locked with underground stock Around clock workers to serve us Responsible for many murders I left your town with all
three blazed all in yo chest Brain waves you dazed up You see death stare you straight in your face Get waked up cause I left ya stretch for the hurse I take no chance for
fuck ya Keep my finger on the trigga.. gotta think on the next nigga Out to have thangs I hustle hard for 6 figures Raised up thugged out, keep the fuckin
sparkle in this world like glitter nigga Rolexes up diamonds all over me nigga I'm a thug to I'm rested, play it real til I'm dead true to my blood no
get banged that's all on u I spits more bullets than Bone Thugs speak to you Leavin' blood stains in the middle of the streets Stank niggas can't let them fuckin
thangs for ten a key, niggas think we tellin tales But on the real, we got whole thangs for half a sell F.B.I. tryin to nail, but our click covered up
fuck are you doing? " Maybe if you shut the fuck up, we'd be cruising And you wouldn't be sitting, boohooing 'bout your bruises But no, you wanna be Miss Fuck
, you better grow some, faggot [Hook:] Fuck this Christmas Fuck this Christmas (Nigga fuck Santa Claus) Fuck this Christmas Ain't nothing for you (Ain't no gift for
t charge that shit, they wanna be us (LET, IT, GO!) [Interlude: Mavado] When we pressed to go, body restin up They wan' mop up all that blood, but he