me Mark Fuller is a chillin' spot, 'cause I bringin' blunts with me So much death up on the city streets Until we meet my soldiers rest in peace So much death
me Mark Fuller is a chillin' spot cause I bringin' blunts with me Chorus So much death up on the city streets Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace So much death
Перевод: BG. Так много смертей.
get me Mark Fuller is a chillin' spot cause I bringin' blunts with me Chorus So much death up on the city streets Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace So much death
have the last lift that ever gets ass squished I just can't get past these little pissants That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad And they so mad they
your ass glaucoma Its hard to live, but its easy to die So I'm going through life lookin death in the eye These rappers ain't gun slingers They R&B singers G
and flares Girl c'mon, follow me, and bust back at police, conceal ya heat It's a bit much to blaze up, Rule and Chuck, N-I-G, the Murderous, I-N-C With
have da last lips to ever kiss ass with ( kiss ) I just can't get past these little pissants That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad And they so mad they
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we stick
m still here, planted on this block I slung So fresh and so clean, complicated rhyme schemes You niggas is monotone, ain't no fuckin with heat I'm a motherfuckin g
thought we'd make it and I'd have n****z hatin' a G I got enough s*** that I deal with on the day to day Penitentiary's the life after death don't seem
'ma hold on, be strong, keep on doin' what I'm doin' Never thought I'd ever be this strong today Still so much love for all the G's that paved the way
knowin these suckas can't catch these bodies flowin murders so ancient, they faces got federal cases closed and cross the game it ain't the thang Swoop G plus two G
needin' rent money It's 7 days in the week and man they all sunny 80 degrees, tall palm trees Much too many dimes and too many G's Everybody know about the B
for me to feed off, I'm seesaw battlin' But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake There's too much on my plate, I done came way Too far in
Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever gets arse squished I just can't get past these little pissants That wanna be rauny bad asses so bad And they so
