dead (Back from the dead) You know I'm back from the dead House of pain's in effect, 'nuff said Back from the dead Back from the dead Back from the
Перевод: House Of Pain. Из мертвых.
back from the dead Everlast's comin' back from the dead[Back from the dead] You know I'm back from the dead House of Pain's in effect, 'nuff said Back
just hear my pain If you've lost any loved ones you'll feel what i'm saying All was peaceful, down here with the lane When someone you loved, who put you up from
be different than the last time I swear I'm gonna turn from a hobby and a pastime tomorrow gonna be better than today (yeah) this will wash the pain
I'm basically talkin to you You see the pain in my eye? Nigga, the flame in my eye? I'm tryin to leave my kids some real fuckin change when I die from
the pain of yesterday go slipping through the cracks Hiding himself away watching all the memories fade Away From red to black He's dying to get away Let the pain
from sportin' Ben Davis shootin' at your neighbors (cuz sometimes I feel like a nut don't give a fuck when I open ya up) hot rocks fly from the back
[Lil Wayne talking] Yea yea yea its the Carter motherfucker I came back around its the Carter motherfucker I came back around its the Carter motherfucker
(All radio is dead) (All radio is dead) (All radio is dead) (All radio is dead, dead) Hey kid, who you looking at? Why you standin' all up in my face
walk down Belongs to the house where my father died Where prisoners march in luck step with each other Reavers test the limit of their reign Dragging their dead weight from
to lose And I'm right there I'm going too Release control we're breaking thru Way back deep into the brain Back where there's never any pain And the
motherfuckin vegetable You scrap niggas too animated like The Incredibles Let this beef go around like the 26's It's young Game of flame, welcome to the House of Pain
reach cocked and ready Cause the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real Your homeboys from
look at these mothaerfuckers in the streets walkin around/ assed out, dead-an-widowed, another abandoned house/ they dont know nothin bout random house
soul, now your done with. You hear the gun click. (gunshot). Blood stains on the walls and carpet, pain and the hardships of a father identifyin' his child from
's do it again) [Verse: Ludacris] I had a Long John but no Silver, no gold or plat (do it a) I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back (let
