thick head where it don't belong Nerve gas, nerve gas, no class Nerve gas, nerve gas, no class I get asphyxiated Funny how fast you faded, nerve gas
Übersetzung: 3 Colours Red. Nervengas.
Now disease and germs...IN WAR Can't go release your sperms...IN WAR Stamina must preserve...IN WAR Fire constantly burn...IN WAR RED...IT RED...IT RED...IT RED...IT RED
from choppin' the third Now I'm sitting at the light with ten pounds of herb Uh oh, there they go, the Red Dogs swerve Jumped out, "Man, damn, they got nerve
your Rap City committee, like I'm [Big Leads] Most bigger than them Melendez brothers You need Cochran when you're fuckin with Judge Red Put your fingers
A couple acres on the outskirts A little fenced in piece of red dirt And the banker had his pen out He said, "Sign here", I kinda freaked out All this
Tell me it's over rusbel awaits i've been to the surface and nothing is there eyelids sank muffled in the nerve aura sound but when she awakes will she
I'm the only one who ever gives her a tip 'Cause I love to hear thank you comin' from those sweet red lips Someday I'll get the nerve and ask her for
a oozie, and a carjack I'm addicted to money and bitches hella disturb A ounce of dank, that'll calm a nigga nerves I will mash on that ass like a gas
IN WAR/ stamina must preserve...IN WAR, fire constantly burn...IN WAR/ RED...IT RED...IT RED...IT RED...IT RED. Garvey: if you cannot do it, if you
from choppin' the third Now I'm sittin' at the light with ten pounds of herb Uh oh, there they go, the Red Dogs swerve Jumped out, ?Man, damn, they got nerve
nerves and bite they grow back twice as tight tell the gods that i come to meet in peace for the streets, morgues feelin like they pumpin' gas in barrels
we bring the verbs in Double action's loaded with Germans Area's urban, block's hot where we be swervin Gun fights strike like a serpent People nerves
I die to spit flames Spit fireballs, spit volcanoes Spit molotovs at popstars, exploding bombs under cop cars Arms dealers that I met I bought nerve gas
all chicken heads Crowd your Rap City committee like I'm Big Leads Most sicker than them Melendez brothers You need Cochran when you're fuckin' with Judge Red
Verse 1: A couple acres, on the outskirts A little fenced in piece of red dirt And the banker had his pen out He said "sign here", I kinda freaked out
lead grinnin, tilted red brimmin Makin the lights inside of your head dimmin Givin head to men and, leave a knife in they chest with a red ribbon Bread
