my chest, telesales made me a man. and everything was going to be ok, but the making of the man was the breaking of the back upon the rock of everyday
Übersetzung: Million Dead. Breaking The Back.
, tele-sales made me a man.(x2) And everything was going to be ok, but the making of the man was the breaking of the back upon the rock of everyday hostility
it I wouldnt thought of it in a million years he'll do that to Geezy I had a dope habbit and markie was on my back so he turned his back but look how
: I'll take a million lies. I'll forget a million deaths. I continued to lie. Still holding my breath I take it back. Take this bullet and end this all
don't touch the floor You're never gonna see 'em no more The dawn starts to break Your heads a big ache You're lyin' in bed You're back from the dead
Streets Deciple slide-in me Status reports the badest you caught Walk in the black top wit fat rocks and had his newport I cant stay away like Too $hort I gots ta break a bastards back
I pistol whip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician and flatten composition A pain, I'm like Saddam Hussein Still alive lookin at his dead children
murda man I'ma come back to serve the game break em on down and hurt em man I never give no mercy mercy after thirty five million still thirsty thirsty
that's St. Clair Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that's Cleveland, Cleveland You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin' If somebody got beef, we got millions
dro pass that back Laying low 20 sack Then I roll it up and hit it till that's ash Then my drug dealer gonna get a call back back On a track accurate
: (Bowie/Gabrels) Between the dead ring ash of extreme defence The lonely groups of company boys Snapping pictures of scrawny limbs and toothy grins
this arrogant fool breaks every rule it'll be nothing but pride that kills him. Could he listen no he won't that's all she wrote he'll be dead before
: (feat. Styles) [Eve] They usually hate her when she comes around Huh, first lady mobbin nigga hit the ground Next break into that who we what a sound
Everything I wore to school baby was tailor made Shot dice in the bathroom on my knees I'll roll across the break and break that ass with these Start
was a basehead trying to break into my car. In plain view too, I ran out with a crowbar hammered it upside his cranium, he fell over dead, but no blood
call em, back from the essence Who the fuck want more lessons? It's over! Know what I'm sayin? It's over The dead bury the dead, it's over Your career
