Übersetzung: Krebs. Back From The Dead.
back from the dead Death's awakening, stage by stage Including the pain, back from the dead Under the knife, bring back to life Bad mistake, back from
'm bringin what a nigga feel Caps get peeled [Chorus]2x [Ms. Tee] Niggas in wheel chairs, half dead as it is [B.G.] T-shirts wit pictures representin dead
rather be dead black But that's about the millionth time I've said that I get a headache everytime I start to think I'm wonderin' why I'm not dead, I
new, word up [Ghostface Killah] I'm the Mighty Joe Young of rap Live off of mighty gold, tongue and yack Ya'll be amazed how I brought it back Two porsche
Oh the lies that leave those lips) You've got em dropping like cancer baby Colder than ever And that's why I'll say that even if I wanted you back (And
Gun shots, orange house Dead man walking with a dirty mouth Spoiled milk, stale bread Welfare, bubonic plague Record deal, light bulb Keep back kid not corporate thug Breast cancer
one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets from sundown to sunup on y'all Mama said keep bullshittin they'll kill you dead One week of this
from my loot to my friends I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends HUH I've been that route...too many times If I ain't stabbed in the back I ain't
: [Killah Priest:] Each flavor jolly ranchers Eight astronauts in space Analysts suffer from brain cancer Now they speak backwards The Earth awaits the
: [Sample: from "Some Other Time" by The Alan Parsons Project] "In a matter, of a moment lost till the end of time It's the evening of another day and
he can roll and get his cross back from the pawn shop Shocked no one can see him through his money green fog And just then he disappeared from two kids
was given a seat in the stand, who was breaking away from the pack, who was only a stranger at home, who was ground down in the end, who was found dead
a handful of dust comes back in the form of a smitten child our raped daughters, ah the broken bones souls cleaved from hearts they come back to us and
the paramedics say OH MAN There go techa nina with no life but more fans Like in hell or I'm in heaven Just fell in from nine eleven Propellin from high
from the heats, so I don't get burnt I got no time to be a star (*echoes star, star, star*) I go straight from the car to the bar, and then get busy
Spread On Me And You Can Turn Ya Back But Never Turn The Feds On Me Read The Note Attached We Got Ya Lil Homey We Need Bread Homey Or Das Ya Dead Homey
