God's children are evil, yeah Life is a real bitch But we keep moving on Life is a real bitch But we keep moving on Life is a real bitch But we keep
's children are evil Yeah Life is a real bitch But we keep moving on Life is a real bitch But we keep moving on Life is a real bitch But we keep
Übersetzung: Rock Kills Kid. Das Leben ist hart.
be a 10 minute brotha for a $2 ho lots a ho's get mad and shit I let a trick be a trick you can have that bitch cause I doubt if I change tha games a
my picture for the crimes of another guy Now how's that for the life of a big shot A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot I play them nuttin ass marks
: Say that's fer sher And that's fer sher. That's fer sher, That's fer sher. I'm a beast. (That's fer sher) Kill a beat. (That's fer sher) Spittin'
] {*sound of radio changing stations*} [Tony Yayo] Shady, Shady! {"A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist"} [Eminem] It's "The Re-Up!" {*echoes*}
of the year then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year No one's tryin to hear some fuckin
old niece No one, no one's iller than me It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313 No one, no one is iller than me It's Bizarre Kid straight from the 313
a place in a t shirt wit my stains on it But i dont give a damn...give a fuck...give a shit...give a hell give a piss give a dick give a lick [Proof]
Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway My belt's in the crib on
got bears on me (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway My belt
It's going down now On forever Square life is never Buck wildin is your life stylin Mashed out Hit a motel room Crashed out Called up a ho to get
find ya It's a motherfuckin shame My dominance to this game I live for gun smoke aroma Mack yo' bitch into a coma Two hoes like Noah of every type Bitches
vociferous ? victorious - hotter than a crematorium - I'll kill all of you Kill you ? mother-fuck you - Drop dead faggit it's the dragon .44 Magnum -
or Kid Rock Empty clips out on ya plot Lift the glock, rob you and yours for your wrist watch Peoples rock Eight-off jackets Sawed-off ratchets, haul
streets is like a curse Niggas frontin' for a bitch It's like you beggin' to die Like bear huntin' with a switch A part of my heart is gone I could
