Big House Goin' back - back inside Goin' back to the Big House Goin' back inside Goin' back to the Big House Goin' back inside - back inside Goin' back to the Big
Übersetzung: LA Guns. Big House.
them big beefs See me bustin', plow! [Drag-on] I wanna talk about bitches I fucked I'm a dog so I can't stand no bitch that hounds I far from a clown
flight shit It was a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer A Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
G-Rap, Rick, Blastmaster, half pillars in Hip-Hop's Rome Method Man stands next to the Giza of GZA Big Pun, Big L sit up in the ozone Quasars of Cormega
the millenium, war against Palestinians A century is done, plenty of guns Plenty of bombs, many shall come And my name, a homeless man ridin' a train
top gone nigga Dissin my crew you catch hot ones I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin fly misses While you niggas
) <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> Aiyo, I zone out feelin' like I'm in Capone's house starin' at Manhattan and The
Blaze me On the job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D. Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it Like a finger in a light
was a guest on Jerry Springer wit desert eagle, tech meezle a [???] a nigga, a drop a ??? I die a lil nigga leave 'em wit a 30 round drummer slit ya throat
sweetest song In a room with the heart of a violin Don't violate my patience, I'm waiting To kill a man as I stare at the celiing fan As a fan of these
a piece Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer What? She don't know I like my guns pretty? Like my boy Castor Troy with the twin-glizzies I heard a
of the cadillac and packin emergency action Camera, light lights, throwin a punch and then fight fight Packin a lunch and then bite bite, a-t-l stay tight
through a hole in the ice and disappeared I ride a bicycle, and bite an apple Alamo Bay, bloody old man from L.A. [Chorus x4] [Warcloud:] Heat bringer
Ghostface Killah] Technique is ill son, watch how I spill one Peace to Biggie Tupac Big L and Big Pun Havoc on the streets of Staten, snitches House niggaz
year, we should have a thousand guns Nigga Ruff Ryde, Ryde or Die Volume One From dope money to rap money, and back to dope money (C'mon) Loaded guns
Call the cops I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the show From the S T L M O 3 1 4 Call the cops I see a robbery in progress Lunatics
cleanse yo' mind I pray it opens up your eyes 'Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all So we live for the present time Next time you in the A-T-L get
