praying to the night sky alone. I been running down this dead end street. I wanna rip through all the faces I see. I'm lost forever on this dead end street
Übersetzung: Blood For Blood. Dead End Street.
soul praying to the night sky alone. I been running down this dead end street. I wanna rip through all the faces I see. I'm lost forever on this dead end street
year thats when my thuggin started I was gettin it how I live my moma needed help I was outta control the streets took me under I was on a dead end row
the end to all my misery, is there a close? I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry [Chorus] [2Pac over Chorus] I shed tattooed tears for years for my dead
You can feel them come All brave blood do spill Along the dim Atlantic line The rapper's land Lasts for miles behind The lights coming forward And the streets
Give us a creed To believe A nightr of lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color hundred hues a rich mandala for me & for you & for your
in a white free protestant Maelstrom We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something
dead end street here comes the heat Next thing you know I got my face in the concreate Now I got a court date, on my way up state Prosecuting attorney waiting for
: [Music:Rettke/Paeth/Hunecke - Words: Rettke] [Vocal intro:] A lonely room A covered world The sun is drifting slowly A dead end street Behind the
of them are even lookin up to us Wearing our colors and talkin that gang fuss Giving up much love Dyin for a street, that they ain't even heard of But
is my fuse Then dead as a deathpack the colors I choose red or blue cause a blood it just don't matta Sucker die for your life whith my shotgun scatters
is high, I'm closin in Prepare for your ultimate end, tell your family bye Better cool like Egon, and shine like veegon Pissin on your beons, for decades
But wait why do i have all this blood on my hands Blood on my clothes blood on my shoes Im on the 10 o clock news for steady Murdering crews and there
s raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess About once or twice a week though it thunder storms That's when giant heavy red and black clouds form It's raining blood
I'm gonna swim in they blood shed Justi-justify the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother you Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead
feat. Esham) [Intro: Violent J] The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so
One dead nation under dead god And it is raining blood One dead nation under dead god And it is raining manna Now rejoice! This is the end End of your
