rise and shut them out. Exploiting the work for too long. Another empire's coming down. Vengeance from the bottom. From the victims of deceit. Flames
Перевод: All Out War. Со дна.
a bunch of broads The preachers daughter screaming out Fuck the law! I play a struck chord, wit the Christians But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all
to war. From now on your damn rubber body-bag will be your style forever more. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply. War Supply
to light the blunts then order my licks Foundation motherfucker like the bottom of bricks I’m from iraq nigga wit domican hits Peurto rican motherfuckers yo y’all
you said and holla back tomorrow [Chorus] [DMX] I want you to know Lord, that for what you've given me I'm thankful Sincerely, from the bottom of
, yeah "Walk with meeeee..." [Young Buck] I'm goin to war, I'm goin to WAR! [Verse One: Young Buck] You never know when death's comin, all you hear
'm from the bottom, so I still feel em from the bottom Underdog before my cape, still couldn't stop him Flash Gordon when recording, spark the light in the dark Peter Park, Spiderman, all
a promise A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems I'll address them like P.O. Boxes Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit We so out of
ever wanna see the bottom the bottom I just wanna float, float like Muhammed. I don't ever wanna see the bottom the bottom I just wanna float... [Bridge:] Jump-Jump out
by tomorrow you forgot what you was saying today But don't forget about this feeling that I'm making you get And all the calories you burn from me making
, bless my family Guide us all before we fall into insanity I'm makin' a point for all my people to be warlike Buy some shit to have you stupid bitches all
on my sidekick, Everybody tryin get beats like I did, Its grown man music, Read from my lips, Yall rapers sound like, Desperate housewives, They all
all in a hour I promise I see the city skyline from my shower I'm feeling like a gun with a bag of gun powder Pow pow I'm higher than Mr. Childs Fresh from
out the ocean, nigga, landin' in the sand Third war soldier, world wide general Cash Money, Young Money, fire flame spitters Hustle all the time in
run fatta get him knee blown And mi best friend Richie get, two inna him dome I remember so the Avenue tun inna war zone An Mickey madda fly him out '
