I'm wrong if it was all for you. Your scars are deep, and with every word, I'm only adding salt. The knife is in your back, and I keep twisting. By now
Übersetzung: Killing The Dream. By Now.
I?m wrong if it was all for you. Your scars are deep, and with every word, I?m only adding salt. The knife is in your back, and I keep twisting. By now
Wit' two gats a glock and mac You got's to play it like that ??? ?? and 'dem sacs Snatchin' grounds or get jacked Now grab that thing and bust back I got some killers
now who's wrong and losing their home If I do it one time what really would the consequences be Let a 30minute night kill a long term dream and my family Now
eat them born to kill got the skills from my uncle sam you know my pleasure is your pain it makes me who i am tested time and again by useless fucks now
? Did you ever stop to notice This crying earth, these weeping shores? Chorus I used to dream I used to glance beyond the stars Now I don't know
from a woman I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? I think it's time to kill for our women Time to heal our
it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids They tell me not to roll with my glock So now I gotta throw away Floatin in the black Benz
you are, One Nation under a thug and bullet scar, Young nation, no revolution and no cause, One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far, Young nation
them to the curb Luxury livin lavish, with dreams of dyin rich With a team and clientele on my motherfuckin dick And gettin down on these snitch bitches, protectin riches By
**a, so don't make me I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes My enemies dead n buried, now the stress is through But that's a dream, though
block hate your guts Then you wonda why they stare and call you slut. It's like your mind don't understand you don't have to kill your dreams ploten
it is You see we live by the gun, so we die by the gun's kids They tell me not to roll with my glock So now I gotta throw away Floatin in the black
me If them cowards really want me, come get me, and even I someday will die but I'm cautious, I'm fin' to ride Put down the top, now we flossin Hit the
me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free (repeat 3X) Verse Two: 2Pac I can't sleep niggaz plottin on to kill me while I'm dreamin Wake up
: Killing us one by one In one way or another American will find a way to eliminate the problem One by one The problem is the troubles in the black
now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lesson Court cases
