your hands would never anything to show We tried to get off clean but we would never grow Prison can't be worse than living with the pain of no Murder, murder, murder, murder
In and out of thoughts so many different people bought Self serving ramblings in your favorite journal Won't bring you peace until you learn to read yourself Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
Перевод: Наш. Убийство.
of In and out of thoughts so many different people bought Self serving ramblings in your favorite journal Won't bring you peace until you learn to read yourself Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder
, He must say no, but now he know how shady the Math is, Even murderous tactics, get better with practice, Lead showers, gun powder, fill the tellers burn burn, Truly ours
thousand more than me with my ice on I'm a butcher with a weapon baby, I knife songs Mo' murder murder, mo' murder, like I like Bone The only way that
Killed and now don't tell no one you heard of me It's like, the beat was screamin, murder me And I'm a, murderer So I murdered it And you niggas is what
mail up clothes come from big n tall ????? Got live life, tryna live life, Penthouse for a pimp, only drove the benz twice Convertible to the cars, cause I murdered all of ours
we do what the fuck we want to just do Get what we got to get to get through And we blast what we got blast to get ours Life of a gangsta in a world
in country music. We be no stars, imagine B-Boying over acoustic guitars, Not the sixteen bars. FEEL ME! The art of sampling as well as cutting and scratching. It's all ours
[Chorus: Royce] (Nickel) Nine, witness me rippin this apart for sixty bars, the city is ours We the M-I, C; the illest to ever spit on a track I'm (Nickel
off endin with hit em' up out with a pen and pad hit me led now kick it...... Nigga roll wit Bone up into da dayz of ours, to the dome wit a shot or burn
malt liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh) Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours
liquor, drivin a Bro' Vega I'm wit Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (uhh) Rockin Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon) Lost your touch we kept ours
know where we comin from And it's gon' go down like this.. [Capone] Yo, I gots no name, I cause pain, people'll cry My size vary at the murder scenes