Sang soulless loud, [Incomprehensible] step on flesh and nothing else To well to drown and drown Sleight of the reason, how they come Cain in [Inaudible
Übersetzung: DC Talk. After The Flood 9 26.
Übersetzung: Talk Talk. After The Flood (9 26).
Sang soulless loud Herding step on flesh And nothing else To well To drown & drown Sleight of reason How they come Cain in number Alone The crowd Spurning
ain't got no wheels; what's the deal? Propellor's propel, I'm on the top of New York! Top of the food chain, nigga talkin' my talk; Success is my addiction
lady's and make them make thoughties Got them coked out, the hood is bugged out Thug babies, famous in they strollers Before they walk they knew the hood talk
:] Every time I, turn arouuuund [x4] Every time I turn my head, man Somebody's schemin on a bad plan Tryin to deal a nigga a bad hand One after the other
son I think they gay rappers say word, drop some stature dog splash ya, party crash ya the spell casta heard the same before and after its over flood
all know about this here (what what wha-wha-what?) I'm (I'm) tal..king.. crip shit (talk to me, talk to me) I'm.. tal..king.. crip shit I'm talking crip
nuff niggaz, and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can
for it I can hear the streets talking, I dare you to reach for it I'm strapped if you look closely you can see the Taurus Hate niggas that keep talking
turn around Everytime I turn my head, man Somebody's schemin' on a bad plan Tryin' to deal a nigga a bad hand One after the other, harassin' a thugsta
that gun-ness, tellin' ya, stop frontin' I be that yung'n on the run, after I pop some'n In the Bible I read, death is of the tongue And if you talk
, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef Chicky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth Swinging' with this here stud, you need practice I'm leaving floods
So there's a story about the lady in Louisiana She's a flood survivor and the rescue teams They come through, and they, I guess tryna recover people And
the pot boil, mixin, sniffin Keepin America high, and why wouldn't I Gangstas don't talk, we beat the case and walk [Shyne - Hook] We them niggas with big guns and big dicks Flood
baby you want me to cross the border? well come on baby (Boobonic) They call me A.J., A.K.A. Ant Jones and aye, the AK tear bones, Homes seldomely ever talk