Horrible plans of hate they're tending The evil minds with plans predicting Bitter vibes of hate they're sending Broken heart and mind is mending Deflective
Übersetzung: DRI. Evil Minds.
: Horrible plans of hate they're tending The evil minds with plans predicting Bitter vibes of hate they're sending Broken heart and mind is mending Deflective
I know you like the milky-mellow sound, honey, honey Doin this ain't all about money, money I know you like the way I sound, right, right Chorus (4x) As I
I get homocidous The unholy poetry is for all the suicidalists Just another brother from D-E-T-R-O-I-T I pack a Smith and Wesson 'cause I don't know karate I
some 409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel in a posse when I walk the street Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max Now I don't speak much,I
of forgery I deal with them corrigibly Accordingly I wrap the mic cord around their knees Then I snatch back till they look like midgets Something indigenous, I
the highway rolling to Californ-I-A Seven of us heaven love us cuz it's evil in front of us We must trust that G-O-D got our backs on this T-R-I-P
I know you like the milky-mellow sound, honey, honey Doin this ain't all about money, money I know you like the way I sound, right, right [Chorus x4] As I
with some 409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel in a posse when I walk the street Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max Now I don't speak much,I
is illusionary Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary [M.D.] Not strong [T.K.] Only aggressive [M.D.] Not free [T.K.] We only licensed [M.D
or be killed. CHORUS: K-i-l-l- o-r -be- k-i-l-l- o-r -be- k-i-l-l- o-r -be-, kill or be killed (repeat twice) Belo- im'a take a life quick as i take
in me like Malcolm Little said, "All means necessary" So by all means, I'm armed and my weapon's ready I got my lessons ready Hopin' I learned 'em before I
true love's hair} Knowledge the green Wallies, all I see Mama hold math like caller I.D. Chose the path that chose me I'ma tell you like G O D told
reach the top I'd rather be ready for the future Do it for yourself 'cause no one else will suit ya I juxtapose for mine to maintain and segregate myself from evil and pain I
2x] I'MA RIDE I'MA RIDE I'MA LIVE I'MA LIVE I'MA DIE I'MA DIE FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS I'MA ROB I'MA ROB I'MA STEAL I'MA STEAL I'MA KILL I'MA KILL FO MY
die? I don't want to go yet! I never went to Russia or owned a private jet. I never kissed a lion or went bowling nude, I've never gone hang gliding
You can't get your own and that's, pitiful I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug On R&B, but I can't and that's bugged Buggin' out, buggin'
