Yeah Block Block Block Hate breeds in my eyes they have seen The decimation of all that is pure, pure A system that feeds their machine with The blood
Hate breeds hate my eyes they have seen the decimation of all that is pure pure A system that feeds the machine with the blood, sweat and money of the
Übersetzung: Machine Head. Block.
Übersetzung: Machine Head. Block 11.
: Hate breeds hate my eyes they have seen the decimation of all that is pure pure A system that feeds the machine with the blood, sweat and money of
above [Chorus]2x [B.G.] Nigga thought I was just bout rappin, he disrespect Now they wonder what the fuck happened, I hit his set Rippin up da whole block
as a youngster Stack my chesse up Cuz oneday I'm a give this street life up Beef I don't discuss Wodie outta line wodie gone get his head bust Cash Money
a hard nigga Don't make me empty the chamber Even if I'm locked in a cell block You'll fall into shell shock When I open ya head wid the banger I cause
giving head Paranoia's on you that's why your alrm is in your bed Fuck a red Chinchilla and buy some momma for your head On the block i'm from niggas
your wife Yes Jah! Chorus: Bossman! Anytime you see me come around Bossman! Don't take bad man fi clown Bossman! Glack we move yuh head crown Bossman
-Elements! Cash! Chill? dann auf den Neverland-Ranch! Dieses Level ist end zu hoch fur dich, Kid! Hab? Poster geschickt, geh raus, mach Promotion fur
*) still in the door and we conquered many tours With Rage Against The Machine, House Of Pain and many more Was even invited to Woodstock, some niggas from the block
: [answering machine] (beep) Then you know what you can do You can be a couple of pleasers And take some tweazers And bust every hair on my nutsack Paste
t hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic [Verse One: U-God] I make mean lean when I pump my spunk and hands of chump, of machine gun
Wooo (Jones) Wooo Wooo Wooo Wooo (Capo) (One-Eyed Willy) [Verse 2: Jim Jones] One-Eyed Willy, head of the Goonie-Goo-Goos (Capo) I'll put paper on ya head
it's overload, we hug our pillows Heads inbreeded wit barcodes, it begins to burn, slow like charcoal Millions of civilians ride by the carloads They head
