sins They're the gods We'll pray on our knees And not at all We don't need heroes And not at all We don't need heroes You make me sick (Thanks to
Übersetzung: Kill The Young. No Heroes.
our sins They're the gods We'll pray on our knees And not at all We don't need heroes And not at all We don't need heroes You make me sick (Thanks
My stomach hurts so I'm lookin for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a ne-gro Pull a trigger kill a nigger he's a hero Mo' nigga mo' nigga mo'
't run back inside, darling you know just what I'm here for So you're scared and you're thinking That maybe we ain't that young anymore Show a little
station Alliances have been made in alleyways All across the nation These boys live off the milk of a silver jet And the love of sweet young women Now
, Ca$his (I ain't goin nowhere) Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater (O. Trice) WHAT! [Obie Trice] Niggaz didn't kill me, now a nigga's gone (yeah) Can't, peel
See the good die young, and all die must And I trust in no man, no clan I never run, I never ran, how I could just kill a man Damn, lit shots, an Rude
Okaaaay. Ich komm in den Club, und all die geilen Weiber gaffen. Ich komm in den Club, wie geil die hammn mich reingelassen. Yeeeeeeah wurde Young Jeezy
It's the, main event when searched and through Old timers recognize, with the young kids too Damn right, I'm still 1-6-Ooh Young G out to get his due
a G night, night, getting head on a flight flight 20 hour flight, I ain't never been a hater motherfucker I ain't got no time Young money like the lakers
Stat Quo) Shady Old mix Back nigga Second rounds on me Kuniva Cashis Stat quo Bobby Creekwater Obie Trice What Niggas didn't kill me Now
this ("Nas is coming..") You know all these niggaz out here just.. ("Nas is coming..") talkin this East coast West coast bullshit Niggaz need to kill
s who we are I'm just a man, I'm not a hero Just a boy, who had to sing this song I'm just a man, I'm not a hero I! don't! care! We'll carry on We'll
real, sold me three and squeal Some hold they head, some see appeal Some come home wild in the week to kill Then show old cats young cats be real Deep
young boy, the age of fifteen Had a premonition that his city would get seen Now I'm winning, get Sheen in the city, uh The home of a hero Heroin stay
them other niggas Prince Charming She love to rock the mic she say that's nothing like performin Man I'm in love with her grill George Foreman Forewarning Young
