como une,dos,tres mr.DJ,play that rola otra vez, and watch how many people go off under the wooden cross who's the nadie brinca, y tienta cielo,con mi
tune up, NJ'll turn the tune up I'mma tell you who's soon enough to got And I ain't down with getting crossed, and I never been the boss "Wu-Tang!" [
freaks walk by Sayin dirty bitch wassup But they wasn't goin' Cause they want a nigga sellin' yam A mean four way With the grain wood his ass in
fucked up once you fuck up twice so hoe you gotta go Listen deep this pimpin really quick before I split your dome hoe you trying to cross me in this
out on the regular for robbin a good nigga house Rough cut raw doseage, the unexplainable Hot rock lava, gringo throw the flows iglasa *sounds of fighting* Verse Three
what waits for us Wooden box, worm and dust Maybe Heaven, pearly gates Hasty prayer when it's too late Burn in hell, all is lost Purgatory, fingers crossed
my radio and pulling in the drive The music telling me a thing that's good So I'm crossing all my fingers and I'm knocking on wood 'Cause I'm living
the real niggaz 4 life. Ha-ha, yo sweet-talk, tell 'em what the fuck we're here for... Well I write ya, USE, Compton, Watts, The Wood, all across the
A mighty, mighty bridge to Heaven Jesus built a bridge to Heaven With three nails, and two cross-ties Took His people by the hand Led them 'cross that
got a long list of reasons, and an even longer rope to tie demons aint supposed to cry tears enough to soak the sky pourin out of both your eyes cross
, ABC's, one two three's K I D Z's, and all you wanna be's better check your stylee's I've crossed over, I've crossed all around it I've found the new
be soldiers but I'm also an assassin I came out the womb with my trigger finger blasting Cock the gauge when I'm up in a rage Three inch double o shell
a fresh brain stump Sock full of wood I'm painting flesh tones I thought you drank my locket full of glue Don't wanna sit cross legged in a circle I
-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross
piece or three for one dollar? Hey captain, don't you want to buy Some bone chains and toothpicks? Night wings or hair chains Here's your wooden greenback
the mic that I made in wood shop Forget gold, my key chain was a cable Two math textbooks were turntables And for a mixer, something much cooler A penny being cross
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... fredonind: BLASFEMIE !!! "Iar tricolorul nebuniei adapostea pe-nvingatori!!!" English translate: Banner Of Blasphemy Three wooden crosses Three huge crosses of wood Painted with three