every single star shine down to guide you For you may never fail to find your way May the words you hear prove to be true Make the truth the judge for
Übersetzung: Fair Warning. For The Young.
bout to turn your block to a war zone I'm warning you to bring the little kids in they home Cuz when we spin the bin bullets just get to spit I gave you fair warning
we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for
For it bein' on Christmas mornin' Now, for recreation, we went on a tramp, And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp And a little wee drummer intending to camp, For
I?m here now Ain?t no body harming young My screw?s loose they say somethings wrong wit young Ya time?s up I?m just warning young Cause this here?s for
summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline Im trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess I met you for
fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline I'm trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess I met you for a reason,
is a mothafucka, ya dig Old timer want the block back, stop that You been gone too long the young nigga said Lord knows, what's goin' through this young
[Beanie Sigel] Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers Now fair warning, sure shots wont graze ya We hug
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us join us Keep heaters on us, with red lasers Now fair warning, short shots won't graze ya We hug corners, play
Come all ye fair and tender maidens Take warning how you court young men They're like a star of a summer's morning First they appear and then they're
for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for
your advance All hazards and dangers, we barter on chance For you'd have no scruples for to send us to france Where we would get shot without warning
O as I was a-walking down by yon mill-town, The fair and lovely mountains they did me surround; 'Twas there I saw a fair maid, and to me she looked grand
tears for cherry red blood Stack them old, we cradle them young World is crazy or maybe just holy rollers for love Glory, glory hallelujah, be warned
the main With one hundred and fifty brisk young men Well picked and chosen every one And william glenn was the captain's name He was a fine and a tall young
