Begin to shoot the fiend without a face, my face A fiend without a face A fiend without a face A fiend without a face A fiend without a face
Übersetzung: Misfits. Fiend Without A Face.
to shoot the fiend without a face, my face, the fiend without a face, the fiend without a face, the fiend without a face, a fiend without a face.
And it sho' sound good COMIN OUT YO' TRUNK Watch me as I pump like a fist in a fight and get you all strung like a FIEND on a crackpipe with the sureshot
only had the fiend died But a small girl had been shot My heart could take no more I felt a tear roll down my face That was daddy's bullet But she took
on gettin bigger Just anotha wild-a*s ni**a (But he was fiendin for Precious) WHAT? (But Precious was a ghetto girl) Couldn't be no sex without that
rocks It's the project kid without a conscience, I'm havin dreams of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers through the years tryin to stack a
me like a punk [Chorus] In my hood niggas got love for me, but I don't go no where without my strap In my hood A lil dro', a lil hennessy, a nigga just
Layzie:] Back on the mission, flipped the script, better check what the wind just blew in. Think again. It's a preacher with' a grin on a mission for revenge with' a
stompin' taking ah loss, and waking up in the coffin, And without no stallin' Cell I was tossed in to be arreigned at dawning, Looking in the eyes of a
love you? I made this album to reveale my inner thoughts and discuss truth What it's like, me without death Would you appreciate the sunlight without
the mouth, even, I doubt we leave without eating So without reason, pounds are squeezing The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big dreams and CREAM Bitches ride like the Scream Machine Caught a
boo, make me fiend for a taste Your hot like a fireplace, shows in your face Now, come out the closet, baby girl, it's safe Just a taste, of sex, lies
Yep Alright we are gonna have a hot time in the old town tonight See a fly skinny on the avenue My shades down hat flipped on and on a cashew Could
I stepped into a basement party in Brooklyn The brothers was looking as soon as I put a foot in A female walked up to me and said "Latifah bust a line
s laid down, aiyyo the bitch is saved now She's living in a snitch grave now Chorus: Nas Shootouts is similar to Wild West Broad daylight, face to face without a
VI. Back from the Past] And now I'm standing here since you left without a word By the shores of ancient times in a land so dark Why did you leave me
