hand reminds her of the wine The sour tasting blood of Christ What's going on? What's going on behind these walls.... What's going on? Behind these walls
Übersetzung: To Die For. Behind These Walls.
reminds her of the wine The sour tasting blood of Christ What's going on? What's going on behind these walls.... What's going on? Behind these walls....
end? As for me over here, you know a nigga chillin' Besides that, sweetie, I'm just keepin' it real Puttin' up with these crackers in this hot-ass field
these hoes are tired I'm on a mission to make a million plus Have platinum on the wall and ride the toll bus Money over bitches, believin that for sho
soon be behind us. don't waste your whole life wondering how it'll end where there's a will, there's a way to change it all, (for better or for worse)
: On the street below these walls Where I used to walk Now I can barely crawl All this darkness rising tall Lord shine a light for me I'm waiting to
wall) you know that shes the one (is just as you left. it says "you better end it all before you live to regret it".) (Thanks to Heather Helpless for these
blunted up and swervin Packed in a suburban, screamin outlaw runin on the curb They never try me cause right behind me your killer team I get a word
my niggas in court I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall Thug for life scrawled all across the wall
holla to them hoochies last night that tried to rape us Will these rap lyrics take us, plus room all up in Vegas I'm a boss playa, death before I let these
stay strong I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it's all for you To all you bitch made niggas, I'm comin for you Against all odds, I don'
hard It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars For the niggas on lock, doing life behind
Im dying inside All of this will turn to ash A change for a piece of mind Walking where the dead ships dwell These are shores I left behind Streets
: Hanging out behind the club on the weekend Acting stupid, getting drunk with my best friends. I couldn't wait for the summer and the Warped Tour I
the bottom, don't lag behind Bring me my boots and shoes You can hang back or fight your best on the frontline Sing a little bit of these workingman's
And it's a better point of view While you were looking for a landslide I was looking out for you I was looking out for you Someone's looking out for
