hate you in death How could you leave me here all alone Poor souls wait for the Lord Paying for sins which have not been paid in life Pray for the dead for
Übersetzung: Ärger. Pray For The Dead.
you in death how could you leave me here all alone [Chorus] poor souls wait for the Lord paying for sins which have not been paid in life pray for the dead - for
shepherds his flock We sing out and we praise His name He supports us in war He presides over football games And the right will prevail All our troubles
a pinch of coke Listen tho' I'm missin dough I gotta gather mo' Hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a ni**a sell words for all my young thugs
a talk bout more prayer We pray for water mek it wash down bag-a-walla Dem a talk bout more fire, we a talk bout more prayer We this yah tune dat ago
and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked; oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for. But so did my nigga, my nigga
: Busy talks: Trouble again I nuh know who feels it knows it duh ya see some high grade some hennessy Verse:1 when the weeds smell suh stink and i tink
for body slamming Spines I split in half Think this one here's a joke I'm gon lay back and let your laugh Till I put you in the sleeper Dead to the world
: Strike in the night Chaos all around Trouble the power down No help you're all alone ah! Dead silent sound Alive you won't survive Safe underground
cut up To show mothers they really got em And this was the stress i live with til i decided To try this rap shit for a livin I Pray i'm forgiven For every
girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble
doves... To wage this war against your faith in me, Your life...will never be the same. On your mother's eyes, say a prayer...say a prayer! [Chorus
So help me surf over all my daily troubles Cause yesterday seems so far away in bubbles I pray to you Lord, and ask for forgiveness Even when my heart
for me. When conflicts, troubles, and issues just made my life all bland. Crush it up, finish dead, by my own hand. But that was then, this is now, living for
If Ya Dead Broke We Are Still Equal One Time For The Lil People Eat Ya Meal Don't Let Ya Meal Eat You (I Run With Trouble... Trouble) Street Runner We
for the memory I know y'all up there sittin' on chrome in them pearly streets The street survivors before careful, stay alive I'm prayin' for your families, I hope you pray
dead on arrival No suspects have been taken into custody} {Combs' trouble seems to continue As he turned himself in today to local police For an alleged