C'est nous contre leurs peines Et le message est clair Les mots passent Et l'indifference regne Si le mal me gagne Coupable seul de n'avoir rien su faire
C'est nous contre leurs peines Et le message est clair Les mots passent Et l'indifference regne Si le mal me gagne Coupable seul de n'avoir rien su
I, these niggaz spittin' semi, to get by But never really get right, livin off of the hit I DMX was my dog, but now we just dog fight Sucking on glass
hoes She was too young; so now he got a new one Cause shorty went and bought her a new gun See when she catch this nigga she gon' do somethin Not fight
too young; so now he got a new one Cause shorty went and bought her a new gun See when she catch this nigga she gon' do somethin Not fight, but shorty
muthafuckin thing [Chorus:] Last ten years momma been workin' twice a day Grandma on a kidney machine, she done lost all the weight, My auntie got AIDS
Russia is gay. In it everyone has AIDS. And they all have it from butt sex. Their president finger bangs them little kids. I wait so long. In the snow
[Verse 1:] Picture me rollin in that bmdub Headed to the club Fresh out the tyson fight Beamer all rimmed up Shinin with the big homie five car caravan
every motherfucking thing Last ten years momma been working twice a day Grandma on a kidney machine, she done lost all the weight My auntie got AIDS
I don't gotta dig your floor and look for raw Where I don't gotta serve no heads Cook no coke, no such thing as feds And there's no such thing as aids
female ever And war time consigliore to the Cosa Nostra She split the atom, invented the X-ray The cure for AIDS and the surprise blindfold greeting She performed and choreographed the fights
one's puss smell like they went fishin' I grab my dick with a tight grip, 'cause I might flip Yo Red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with I had a fight
shit Heard him on a clue? Tape loved the way he kicked it All of a sudden mad labels on his dick But muthafuckas who bit it but couldn't fight it forget
Jamaica's alright, if you wanna get in the middle of a knife fight Jamaica's alright, if you wanna get AIDS or dysentery Jamaica's alright, if you wanna
down please Brian don't throw that (Shut up) Mr. Shady will be your new substitute While Mr. Kaniff is out with pneumonia (He's got AIDS) Good luck
slut, what? Shut the fuck up now, or get your feelings hurt Worse than my last chick, when I accidentally butt dialed her And she heard me spreading AIDS
the emergency cause it burns to pee Don't bring your germs to me, cause I ain't trying to hear it While your fighting you fucking disease trying to
I don't know much but I know what I feel There's too many people fighting, tied to the wheel I don't know much but I know what I see There's too many
