their eyes and I see their lies, I want to shut my eyes forever I don't want to see no more, (and when I close these eyes) I want to shut my eyes forever
Übersetzung: Blood For Blood. Shut My Eyes Forever.
' I'm a give ya what I got for ya My clip loaded for 16 shots for ya Ya'never had a hot gun on ya waist or blood on ya shoes Cause a nigga went and said
third world I'll give my life before my word fail I'll give my life before my word fail I'll give my life before my word fail I'll give my life before
my eyes open from their state of sleep i feel my blood turn into a frozen river nightmares so close death was in the air my heart locked shut, and i gave
for nuttin worth dyin fo' The blind lead the blind with a blindfold, with "Eyes Wide Shut" Save mine up, cause nothin ever last forever Never nothin out of my
forever i'll be with you the rest of my days You never have to question..the love I have for you, Girl, I will put my life..on bended knees for you.
all my friends gone, I try not to dwell on the subject for a while 'Cause I might get stuck in this corrupt lifestyle But my heart pumps foul blood through my
'm all grown up and you carry my seed Now we have flesh and blood with you I am in love, yeah For the rest of my life, for the rest of my life We've been
probably die tomorrow anyway Here come the piggy, it's time for my case His eyes are blood red with a wicked looking face He saw my joker's smile, and
could fulfill my needs Got now and later seeds Nigga's need dungarees We in the middle of Harlem What we need for them ski's That's the cover-up nigga For
, you wanna talk streets let's talk We are the streets, forever check my wall report There's no way out except entertainment, drugs and sports Feds try to shut
way For me, for you For everyone Forever is tomorrow Is today For me, for you For everyone Forever is tomorrow Is today For me, for you For everyone
top got split Layin' dead with open eyes close his eyelids Turn off his lights switch to darkness 'cause deep in the abyss Is street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my
, but for every year she was sober her sons heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects checking the young chicks, looking for
the eyes of his crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock working overtime for making money for
Hoe [MC Mac] chillin down on the lower level waitin for my time to come with this fool a million styles maybe i just might make bond release me on my
