Никому никогда не стремился зла я причинять, Причинять. Но тот не прав, ох, не прав, кто свободу у меня хотел отнять, Отнять! Все к чертям! Всех к
Два друга шли домой дорогой ночной. Вдруг разбойники из леса вышли целою толпой. Один парень зарыдал, на колени упал: "Ох не троньте вы меня, все для
А вот история знакомая и вечная. Она про девочку, что так была беспечна. И все вокруг ее считали просто «лапочкой». Ну а соседи называли Красной Шапочкой
I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride Sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed his
(Chorus) 16x Fuck a bitch, mothafuck a bitch (Project Pat) Man its the mack pimp never simp play these bitches like a chimp-panzee pass the fine ass
I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed
Either you be real or you be dead Hey you a killer, be a killer That's the rules to this game In the court of the law With let niggas that feel ya They
I was walking down the street today Just as somebody blew the doors off of the B of A Just then I head them call my name As I was thrown against the car
(Hook) Easily Executed X4 (Verse 1) Cracking niggas jaws, running hoes into walls Punks begging for they lives, mothafucka I don't pause When I blast
Red rum, red rum, red rum, red rum A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white He used to fuck with them
(Chorus) 3x Pistol packin, never slackin, bitch killa Pistol packin, never slackin, bitch smackin killa As I slip into the back of my mind and thinkin
They come from the wrong side of the track Born a breed apart Can't tie em up, can't pin 'em down Always clinging to some old star They chase that restless
Sulking, walking 'Round the city after dark Need protection from street thugs Who clip the tires and rip the doors Off rugs like cowards And all this
* first two verses are off b.g.'s "niggaz 'n trouble" Yeah, spinning been on these niggas. It's world war. Yeah, I send this out to my nigga
I got up at half past four Forty-four robbers around my door Forty-four and maybe more What the hell they want me for? Stubbly faces and gap-tooth grins
Hope you?re listening while you?re driving Hope you?re listening at all. You should play me like a party Hope you take the fall. You?ll never see me
Blut, Blut Räuber saufen Blut Raub und Mord und Überfall sind gut hoch vom Galgen klingt es hoch vom Galgen klingt es Raub und Mord und &
Now all of the sons and the daughters Don't want just what comes along So give them something more Come on, ooh But me and my friends act so crazy We
