drug So brother, raise another pint Rev up the engine and drive off in the night See you somewhere some place some time I know there's better brothers
some new drug so brother raise another pint rev up the engine and drive off in the night see you somewhere someplace sometime i know there's better brothers
Übersetzung: Murder By Death. Brother.
Übersetzung: Murder By Death. Brother Hören.
of some new drug so brother raise another pint rev up the engine and drive off in the night see you somewhere someplace sometime i know there's better brothers
know death follows me But I murder him first And worse yet With each breathe Steps I take Breathless Is there a cure for a hustler with a death
crooked in all 50 states I'm screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain't no thang We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang We claim mob, M.O
Fuck it I'm makin niggas kick the bucket when I check em' by inducis Ain't no think to let my shit spin You on my shit list hope you got a death wish
motherfucka makin' death calls Just bring me my brother and we leavin For every minute you stall, one ya'll bleedin' They brought my brother in a jiffy
: [Eminem] Who came through with two glocks to terrorize your borough (huh?) Told you how to slap dicks and murder your girl (I did!) Gave you all the
up in the ghetto actin savage When junkies smoked dope and murder was average How could you cope in the city of dope Young brotha hangin from a tree by
by the way, fuck you man. Goddamn, you better murder the man. You betta murder the man, you betta, Red Rum, Red Rum [x2] You betta murder the man You betta murder
assurance's worth one million pounds.'') Much will be your power by the essence of a flower By seducement and cold rapture by abusing mother nature (TV: ''Murdered
cars, under the streetlights Some people talked, while others cried Ink was a brother, who shouldn't have died Then the silence broke, Ice what's it gonna be? 38 hard brothers
And the creation of Hell I stood with my brothers and watched Lucifer fall But now my brothers are not brothers And we have come here where we are mortal
don't need 'em Nas is a terrorist, analyst Swingin my fists like a nigga breakin, posessed by Satan You couldn't compete with a beat that was fast or slow Brothers
the love of the art And you my heart, I leave casualties bleedin Cause we keep it death for a death, life for a life Murder for a murder, and I got you
that piranha shit Chorus: samples from "New York State of Mind" (repeat 4X) "I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death" - Nas "I ain't the type of brother
