mother for the ends Rats snitch on one another for the ends Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends So before we go any further, I want my ends Cat
Übersetzung: House Of Pain. Endet.
: Ends, some people will rob their mother For the ends, rats snitch on one another For the ends, sometimes kids get murdered For the ends, so before
Ends, some people will rob their mother For the ends, rats snitch on one another For the ends, sometimes kids get murdered For the ends, so before
hosed No, I ain't mad at you baby, go 'head and play them fools They chose not to listen, so now he stuck inside his house and can't leave without
cause I feel lucky, Paranoid out my mind this motha fucka's tryin' to rush me. Am I goin' to jail? Look at me bailin' Commin' out the court house all
it was trite They say everything happin' for a reason Can you tell me why these niggas bleedin' Needin' general assistance Out here needin' public housing Out here tryna make ends
before the pain ends Tell me where living starts And lovers leap off burning buildings Waking up on a sky high wire Desperation leaves us clinging On the edge of a house
train All in the name of love Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came over the house to take back, everything that they claimed Or even the worst pain
What Can a nigga do When he makes ends Add more to the time they spend While he make ends Everything else breaking And the bond at the house May end
the world is spinnin Whether I'm dead or livin I'll be hated forever, Eternally Unforgiven For all the times I commited sins Misery never ends Havin visions
stop Depart from carlots, and brand new car tops Observe yo bitch face, observe the big face Spark glocks to clip hate and nigga like some split ends
mind What's the read What you came for? This is a happy house We're happy here In a happy house Oh this is fun These are angel eyes Nights ends so much
be tearin' it up, breakin' stuff that ghetto love (Oh, oh, baby) How you gonna trip? (All my friends became your friends) How can you forget? (All my ends became your ends
it was trite They say everything happin' for a reason Can you tell me why these niggas bleedin'? Needin' general assistance, out here needin' public housing Out here tryna make ends
was trite They sayin everything happin' for a reason Can you tell me why these niggas bleedin' Needin' general assistance I'm here needin' public housing I'm here tryna make ends
It's been a long time kickin' it and everybody knows this Oak town still in the house, so, I suppose it's Time for some more shit, so, yo, peep the flow
hard, the audience is listening (Verse 1: Prevail) My life consists of making songs Of quality controlling balancing on platforms A space in between is an ends
