Übersetzung: Crystal Pistol. Watch You Bleed.
they try and show off, Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way, And come to find out these niggas is softer than shawty, I'mma keep livin my life with a pistol
East coast Young Gunz fire and niggaz bleed, I see Mo [Kastro] I be shinin like white diamonds and crystal, glistenin holdin pistols The mission'
dem get colder i am not afraid of dem plans i am not afraid of dem pistol Iam reading dem minds like you see through a crystal rastafari judgment
gats, let?s play for blood, just say when Let?s settle this so we?re crystal clear on who?s the nicest and fastest ever I?m the deadliest pistoleer There
this beat like a motherfucking sigma bad to the brisle hat to the rizzle im so official all i need is a whistle bitch named Crystal let her suck my pistol
diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
in his glands (So who is it?) The fool who visit the playground With two biscuits to lay down the school district Get pistol whipped with a Mauseburg With a pistol
did it? Though I walk through the valley of death, I fear no clan Wicked plan, brainwash, radio program Pulled out my pistol and I shot the reefer man
chest full of slugs in a slight second Yo, my nine milli' pistol's really official So you can Analyze That like DeNiro and Billy Crystal [Ghostface Killah
: Unter'm t-shirt von thug life trage ich die pistole uberleben auf dem asphalt das crystal ist astrein junge gib mir ein fuffie und du wei?t wie mei
a good time Keep your expensive cars and your caviar All?s I need is my guitar Keep your crystal and your pistol I?d rather have a pretty piece of crystal
see Jay, it'll be day My shit too bright, I rip through mics plus I push more powder than Crystal Light Chick mad, said I hold my pistol too tight Get
about gettin dough Spittin flow like fine wines down your earlobe I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol Honies hum in melody when I, rub it like crystal
can't prevent it, never give it you gotta take it, can't fake it I keep it authentic My hand got this pistol shakin, cause I sense danger like Camp Crystal
squeezed out as Chairman of the Board No more doctors write you no more 'scripts No more intercontinental trips No more luxuries No more luxuries No more crystal pistols
slap this nigga, he aint bucking, he just yapping, yea! (chorus) [Verse Two: Bun B] Say, we took it from packing the pistols, To jacking this missiles To stacking my crystals
