: TERRA LIBERA DALL'OMBRA DELLA GUERRA, TERRA LIBERA DALL'OMBRA DELLA GUERRA... People playing games with no winner but death to be winner on a day
resurrects We get funny looks from a world that doesn't get We are not David Koresh or Krishna Or the people on TV who glorifying their bishop From Edwards to Piper, MacAurther to Spurgeon From Dallas
Verse Two] They never saw us coming, they had they heads turned We faced the persecution, we know the led burns We know them nails hurt, we know them
extra set of keys, the thirty G's Them chips, the bellies, had you livin' on your knees (Yeah...) Not to mention the laced out crib in Dallas (Yeah...
that money man yeah! lets get that money man lets get that money man [Verse 1: 50 Cent] GGGGGG G Unit 50 Cent, Gerth Street ATL to Dallas ya heard me
the hood that's a stereotype like everyone that's black and junk I'm in a white mink, the fabric is done got rings that like Mike, Bird, Magic and them out in Dallas
at night on your morphine and meth Jackknife Johnny you're a floor moppin' flunkie Tool of a dagger's drawn world Jackknife Johnny them old vets gotta
have a nigga thats tryin' to sponser you? You can die like them mobsters do Actin' like gangstas, like Denzel you guys should get Oscars to Call them
I'm stuck in winter Body covered in ink like I fucked a printer Ya better step go find a stairwell Turbulence incoming hittin' an air swell Tell my haters farewell Cause them
You came through like some good clean air Skin softer than the softest fabrics You heard about me (I heard about you) How I ball like the Dallas Mavericks
Baby) [Rap:] I Remember Them Encore Pms, Breakfast And The Wake Up Now Drake's Committed We Waiting On The Breakup So We Can Get Back To Them Cognac
come and the money burns And Frank just keeps complaining How little they both earn And mother drops by Mondays Just to nag about the world Then she stays to nag at Dallas
logo on that Dallas Cowboy helmet, a star And I'm not about to sick back and just keep rhyming one syllable, nah Switch it up and watch them haters not
, with daggers and them jeans We chew through it, like we coming down off woolas And my P.O., she half Creole, I move from Philly to Dallas With true
what's the business? [Verse 1: Guerilla Black] I'm from a place called Compton, California Most of my dogs smoke marijuana Most on the run from them
: [Intro part, syn:] Go step to them bitches over there [Anybody Killa:] Fuck that, you go step to them bitches. [Syn:] ......For what? [Violent J
throw it in the air, everybody hit the floor Holla at your boy, boys When we boys, so we bringin' out them toys I ain't a lame, on them Dana Dane's Wiggie