to desert, a land of stress cats, dogs, cows, pigs - dead is dead you gorge on the chemicals they're being fed satisfied with your selfishness dead is dead is dead
forest to desert, a land of stress cats, dogs, cows, pigs - dead is dead you gorge on the chemicals they're being fed satisfied with your selfishness dead is dead is dead
mind and stay rich Pops used to say boy dont let them niggas see your weakness If a fool get outta line with you knock him off his feet quick Why is you showin yo teeth
When your on it you'll keep goin down (goin down) And there's noone to hold on too And there's noone to pull you out You keep on fallin (falling) And
niet geloven wat je ziet Een gebied vol verdriet een hele wijk is failliet Een bandiet die weer schiet in de rondte voor niets Het is een plek waar je
is straight. I mean it's great And now I'm rollin' heavyweight And coppers hate to see me come up off the 'cane And makin' ends to Biz is like (just)
cash out the fuckin spot it?s a new day to bill expect the hill we grab the bill the trip is real don?t make pull out the steal link cause all the commotion
worse He's married to the game, like a fuck you for Christmas His gift is a curse, forget the earth he's got the urge To pull his dick from the dirt
Check this out Slim, I gotta talk to ya I don't know, it just seems every since you got off ya Drugs, you became a lot softer" But Dre, all Shady is is
to twist the mist [? ] - genetic dead end - don't got friend! Skam is chatter man, posin' children for depression Stressin' nutty language - say my name is
around and pull the cotton out it's mouth and pour its heart out in the streets and when all of this is over you can sharpen up your teeth just to smile
my fender while i stashed her in matire susie is a money maker but that bitch a liar susie roll in 08 walry but that girl on fire pull us over calaboaty
t trippin nigga trippin at all Yo, I'm fuckin walkin over weak rapper's downfalls It ain't my fault they fell, it ain't my fault I sell I pull my ass
: Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long, Grit my teeth, spray till every nigga's gone. Got my block sewn, armored dope spots, Last thing I sweat's a
could do nothin' but step back He plunged below until the level beneath Broke five ribs both hands and blew out his teeth But the level below is where
things change I bless heads, push past the full macs Left for dead, raised by the wolf packs Black hoods, leathers with the wool hats Draw blood, don't even pull
wanna know what my achilles heel is LOVE I don't get enough of it All I get is these vampires and blood suckers All I see is these niggas I've made millionnaires
a ship built in it I dream nightmares through the window and my window is tinted Memories, I can't diminish, preach to me like a minister Who is her?
