you can't see Just praying you won't remember (There's blood) (There's blood) (There's blood) (Blood...) (Blood...) (Blood...) There's blood on my hands, like the blood
side that you can't see Just praying you won't remember There's blood, there's blood There's blood, blood, blood There's blood on my hands Like the blood
can't see Just praying you won't remember (There's blood) (There's blood) (There's blood) (Blood...) (Blood...) (Blood...) There's blood on my hands, like the blood
Übersetzung: Gebrauchte, die. Blood On My Hands.
Lloyd Banks:] I'm from New York City Eyes on the prize Dodging the worm I'll fry your head like a project perm Bullets burn My right hands in the
cocaine busts My pulse rushin, send my pulse into insanity Shout at my cousin now we bustin if they yo' family The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried I got a line on
would fight me Poppa was a nasty old man, like the rest He's feeling on my chest, with his hand in my dress Just another pest, and yes I was nervous Blood
Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand Bling like BLAOW You like my
your hand With some smears on my cheeks I knew that you would understand In my eyes Blood drops look like roses on white lace They won't wash away In my
audiences eyes on me, when I'm whispering all my darkest secrets into the microphone. When I was a kid, I used to carry this safety pin around with me, everywhere I went in my
smoke in the air, yeah, yeah Blaze it up, come on, blaze it up come on, blaze it up, come on, come on, come on Yaba daba-du mama, glory be the one, the
my head I feel the heft of all their sins I've tasted the whip of their hatred on my back My arms are open wide my bones were broken down and here upon
I don't feel the stain of the blade, 'cos she deserved, Lord she deserved, to die in blood, squirm in gore, her smashed head in my hungry hands, on marble
