As your loved ones they place Heavy stones on your face Your sonnets of life They are filling the case High windows inside me Look down on your face
Перевод: Pretty Things. Смерть.
uh I can feel it in the beat, uh (ooh, feel it in the beat) When you do those things to me, uh (do those things to me) Don't let nothin' stop you (hoou
Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street People act like they don't know who did it, but they notice me Every day's a death threat, but I
left with judgement a memento left ajar A secret never wanted death defying little charms How to defend pretend selective piss-away so long neglected Pretty
to death? So what would you do if it was up to you? Would you even care? I bet you would look another way and think of better things Oh no, it'
its on, on site, if I see you I'mma sin ya If I catch you in traffic I'mma gift ya somethin in ya Letcha battle with death for the prize of life I learned
rough But everybody knows you're not that tough Wandered out on the open road Looking for a place to call your own Scared to death of the road ahead Pretty little thing
make sure he don't survive, nigga, I'm snubbin' him out Make you drink a bottle of Chlorox, hit you with four shots They can't determine the 'cause of your death
life 'Cause when the blood begins to flow When it shoots up the dropper's neck When I'm closing in on death You can't help me not you guys All you girls with all your sweet, pretty
fine a pretty In the country boys say she fine and 'purrty' My pockets thick as green, it's curvy And the ladies know soon as they see my jewelry If bein' fresh to death
Ha ha, the remix (5 on it) We creepin' in too, baby We got five on that thing, man We got, uh, Dru Down We got the Luniz (Shock G) Yeah, Richie Rich,
put your five up Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'Cause see a, niggy perkin' broke will smoke your spliff all day Go home and buy big drinky with his pretty
