breathe in. kindle the fire. a new plague now living so deep inside. this pharaoh's found in the mirrors on our walls. war. the addicts scream war yet
Übersetzung: No Trigger. On Fire.
breathe in. kindle the fire. a new plague now living so deep inside. this pharaoh?s found in the mirrors on our walls. war. the addicts scream war yet
streaks to the UPT where you lays on I praise on, think you plays on, it's stays gone The things you lay on I can't even pay on You got it, better hide
me cry. all the joy and all the fun are suddenly gone - goodbye... I can feel the cold steel on my shaking skin I stand alone with my thoughts on a
e Wooa [Shneezin] Du bist kein Mann, Bitch Du wirfst mir Schwuchtelblicke zu Im Nuttenkittel, Tunte geh dein Kuschelkissen suchen Ich bin on fire, geh
go down) You recollects and see how crazy it sounds The whole town's on a mission, adolescents (penitentary bound) (Now introducin Young Trigga) Since birth, eyes set on
a nigga, so they figure Rather have you behind bars than triggers But I'm hold ya down and holla Thug Life, lickin shots Til I see my niggaz free on
bodies on the streets A nosey ass cop and a nigga that robbed from me Run from your backup punk, how you figure? My finger's on the trigger for you crooked
on 'em! - Then they ride on 'em! Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em! Head shot, .40-Glock blow his mind on him They say ain't not a jooks,
Go through your ass fast And the leather seat sitting Ave. Its not a war when there's casualties on one side I ride Turn it up on you niggas after Jake
m getting my lean on Hard to miss my target when I done click the beam on I'm not the one to scheme on you, pussy niggas dream on I give the work, fuck
niggaz like on the run It's no release on the trigga to job is done Off in my cooler, bitch, the coward has got no place We fire shots from a Navi off
magic hands I can really do the trick And if you see me on the street And you're burnin'from the heat There's a fire down below You be the target on the
two barrels Back to the tarots, prostitution rackets in Paris Sippin? cactus, dippin? on stallions My corduroys are blood-splattered Decapitated, my spurs carve like taxiderm Torch the mayor, jacked on
a gun in your hand Directionless Memories Of combat on your head Rain can't soak what is not there... The first thrill Demands another Consequence The trigger
at Woody and Wesley in a movie With a white boy ain't got to jump no where cause I'm here Nigga I'm on fire yeah and I'm every bitch's dream One, two
Shorty bi-polar, load up like cock (?), I tried to told ya', One move and I'm on the reshin (?) and I'm flexin' and it's over, You on that doja, G.I
