bitter at the world, so sorry of your fate I'll keep on pushing cause theres so much more to see dont wanna be rich, I just wanna be happy I'm still young
we've got You've go to kill your young And to rest in peace from everything you've got You've got to kill your young (Thanks to farah for these lyrics
Übersetzung: Kill The Young. Kill Your Young.
Übersetzung: Young Punx, die. Ihre Musik Is Killing Me.
at the world So sorry of your fate I'll keep on pushing Cause there's so much more to see Don't wanna be rich I just wanna be happy I'm still young,
That we've got You've go to kill your young And to rest in peace from everything you've got You've got to kill your young (Thanks to farah for these
me when I?m so far from your reach, and then you?ll know you had your chance. Take one more glance, and that?s the end of our romance. You?ve turned your
ain't sayin shit I'm sayin, I ain't no bitch fuck you and your click, I ain't no bitch [Verse 3 - B.G.] Look every since I was young I been standin my
I ain't told ya I'll catch ya with your drawers down and fuck-over ya Blues your dog and letcha know I don't play Have your family grievin', singin' "
in mind I warned you Look here - I'm young, dog Two glocks stay tucked in my drawers Gotta ride like that 'cause it's real And I live my life - kill or be killed
round your neck, poke your chest out and bounce, nigga From the east, to the west, up north, and down south, nigga Got twenties on your whip, poke your
They beefin' I donate steel to my real niggaz No secret i'll splitta mill with my real niggaz Get in drama kill or be killed with my real niggaz Off
dark? You not bitch I can see it in your heart YOU'Z A HOE So stay on your side of the field On tha real slip on tha banana peel get killed Stop playin
nigga Your door get kicked in, we want your yay High powered AK, false move and your face no trace Beat the case, go to the weight Make sure it ain't a fake I want your
in the game I'm a ducht taper I'ma a young money maker, fuck these hoez I can't be no faker, I play wit my nose And out your yay, I'll rape ya But on
if it's unplugged for thug lifers We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher Got the town locked with underground stock Around clock workers to serve us Responsible for many murders I left your
war No witnesses You cant get on the stand and say you saw nothin bout nothin Keep it shut or you dead If you cant hush, open your mouth and you'll get ten in your
14's Hittin' your home up, hittin' at everything movin' Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and confusion I'm bruisin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dark colors Then come to your
