that return and every night I sleep near a ravine I?m stanger in rooms where snakes crakes crawl along the wall You can sing the song of the prisoner
days that return and every night I sleep near a ravine I?m stanger in rooms where snakes crakes crawl along the wall You can sing the song of the prisoner
, I'll make sure they take you, And cuff you then put you In a prison so far Then make you a part Of a chain-gang that sings my song Then plead your case
anger and pain And if I drop, then I'll explode like a fuckin grenade nigga Fuck calm, time to ring the alarm Breakin' niggas out of prison killin all
das Crack, ich rap, es reicht fur euch Kecks wenn wir flustern im Song, du sagst tschuss wenn ich komm, denn du kusst den Beton (2x): Ich rap fur Gangster
Buck shots in the air like you ready for war [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ill Bill] We don?t die, we multiply This song was not made to glorify gang culture
t trust none So this time around I'ma load up the guns Hope my enemies don't become, prisoners of war Cause my gangster is mean and I'm back for an encore
is we promote it though songs and movies Banned the passion of the Christ, but endorse glocks and Uzis Then we wonder why are kids is dying, bullets flying Gangsta?s riding and gangs
What Are You Doing? Umm Will You Come And Pick Me Up Righ` Now? Oh I Can`t Pick You Up Right Now I`m Busy I Gotta Go Uh Record A Song Right Now I`ll
all the f-ck you want, Real n-ggas f-ck with me and I don't give a f-ck who don't, Lock the CEO up, And I'm the CEO f-ck, Prison in February and I ain
' by More like all the way up, we ain't kinda high We more than fly, introduce you to the gang members That's taylor, like blood, no gang members No names
I want, Hate me all the fuck you want, Real niggas fuck with me and I don't give a fuck who don't, Lock the CEO up, And I'm the CEO fuck, Prison in February
pain And if I drop then I'll explode like a fuckin' grenade, nigga Fuck calm time to ring the alarm Break the niggas out of prison killin' all the guards
suit, unless you wanna jacked 'Cause in the '90s, y'all, these fools got a set of them thangs Where if you ain't wearin' a three-piece suit, you gotta gang
we promote it though songs and movies, banned the passion of the Christ, but endorse glocks and Uzis, then we wonder why are kids is dying, bullets flying, gangsta?s riding and gangs
The warden threw a party in the county jail. The prison band was there and they began to wail. The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing. You
