down It tends to get so damn confusing for a fool And every word they preach is only opinion That's why our love divides itself into a thousand pieces Like bullets
Übersetzung: No Use For A Name. Bullets.
prison of seclusion Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught Shot up or shot down with tha bullet
got a ticket to nowhere She's gonna take a train ride Nobody knows her, or knows her name She's in the pocket of a home boy Oo she's gonna take her a
would blow up And sell a mil or grow up to be a tiller Go nuts and be a killer [Dr. Dre] And I'm somethin of a phenom One puff of the chron I'm unstoppable
he was Just a working class Jew Conceived few months out of wedlock The stigma never stuck Began a three year public life And never made a buck Spoke
shot a nigga in his neck for disrespect, caught a body Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a party Got blood in my trunk from a punk who squealed
, only because it was so damn true When I think of your daughter it makes me sad She got a whore for a momma And a bitch ass dad! Dumb ass, hoe ass
fort Suddenly my bedroom turns into a court The corpse turns into a judge The judge stares across at a jury that found me guilty A misjudge of character
my rhymes Ms. Shirley said "Good call" The bullet that had my name probably still screamin' May it go into the brain of a demon That cold sale that wanted
Gang Starr doing a show for free and you can smoke sensi Lord Finesse teaching rhyme telepathy Biz Markie did a couple for the Pistol 3 Back when style was the name
For the record, have you ever rode a horse? Would I like for you to take me to Pluto? I said, "Of course!" But if you ain't a sweety indeedy, I won't
full of bullet-holes When you tell the people go free Oh, it's a matter of days before they try to take me I heard gunshots rang His bullet got my name
me, throw me away Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right? Like I'm a f... I'm a gun, shit It's like I'm a motherfuckin gun I can't
to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts
