I'll be your Romeo. You'll be my Juliet. You'll be so beautiful, So charming. Lying dead in my room. I lost touch with my hand, and the knife in your
I'll be your Romeo. You'll be my Juliet. You'll be so beautiful, So charming. Lying dead in my room. I lost touch with my hand, And the knife in your
Перевод: Drop Dead, Великолепный. Love Is Murder.
What up love You thought I wouldn't recognize ho like stats I peep you at the strip joint You and that little black chick Acting like you so innocent
it's on, so what's happenin' [Verse 3 - Slick Pulla] Wha's hann'in! Dead presidents (Ch'yah!), brief-case full of 'em Couldn't take a chance, we do it fo' the love
loophole God knows where the next one, for dead Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin', but the grind don't stop Like time don't stop, like a nigga who drop
her Better come better than better to be a competitor this vet is ahead of, The shit is all redder, you deader and deader A medic instead-a the cheddars
and ripped out his blonde dreads (Fuck you!) Every girl I ever went out wit is goin lez Follow me and do exactly what the song says: smoke weed, take pills, drop
how they shiver Once I deliver these war raps Meet me at the cemetery dressed in black Tonight we Honor the dead, those who won't be back So if I die
I don't, the Dogg won't survive [2Pac] We ballin in my opinion eternal was wild wheel spinnin One sip a minute is represented for five minutes Two of the livest wanted dead
for me they find a struggler To the death I take the breath from your jugular The trick is to never lose hope I found my buddy hangin dead from a rope
police will force you to cough up. I bet you're wondering HOW FAR YOU HAVE NOW DANCED YOU'RE WAY BACK INTO DEAD. This is the only kind of love As I understand
A freight train to the right, feeling that sting of pride It's fucking with me, it's fucking with you All's fair in love and war until you say it isn'
it All of the thug piece you know I gotta rock wit it I ear plane the hoe like I cockpitted Yo I love my niggas, don’t love no chicks I like to light
work Lord We get together once more before we blow this Murdered nobody Left em all baseball'd down, brotha Three wicked ass 6's, Gucci colors [Busta Rhymes] MONEY! Drop dead
