Songtexte:
Over My Dead Body Break Away

we're all different - not some stereotype not fake gangsters - don't believe the hype ridiculed by the media - sensationalize don't accept it - combat

takeover, breaks over, make something For funny ass package, who want, and a cake over Monster bangels, bojangles got the forty cocked from all angles Fuck a rope nigga, my

Gotch I gots no love, for them busters, who put the work in I can still see my fuckin' boys' body jerkin' I ran over to him, put my hand on his chest

mood. Break it. Girl, you killing me. The way you breaking it. And now you telling me what to do. Baby break it down. Break something (Break it down) x3. baby, break

: Yea let's do this Take a good look at me, you need a bad guy like me All I have in this world is my balls and my work, and I don't break em for no

a snow storm and all I had was my underwear on to keep my warm and to top the night off I had to break in my place because my keys were on pants back

the battle field... The break is over man I'm fat with the ink pen Like Ali Boom Bayay Okay I'm on my second wind Used to roll dice when the love was

Yea let's do this Take a good look at me, you need a bad guy like me All I have in this world is my balls and my work, and I don't break em for no one

Sound the horns, prepare for war, begin the storm The flaming arrows hitting your body, keeping you warm With the uniform of my sworn enemies You raped and pillaged my