And asked the mirror for some truth I've loaded my body with chemicals It was no use 'Cause retribution's coming For the years of this abuse And I can
Übersetzung: Classic Crime. God And Drugs.
and habitat Black on black crimes and crack 9s we clap They cuff your wrist behind your back The ghettos infested with drugs and police A wino with no
read the scriptures And sighs his name The skies full of flames Streets are gothic Twelve niggaz lay dead in front of their projects Reminding D's of a classic
read the scriptures And sighs his name The skies full of flames Streets are gothic Twelve niggaz lay dead in front of their projects Reminding d's of a classic
distance Go all around the world, it's the same damn difference [Verse 2:] [Bishop Lamont:] The president got guns and sell drugs like the gangstas and
