chair! What you know bout terrible? Terrible, you don't know what's terrible Terrible, what you know bout terrible? Terrible, you don't know what's terrible
science of Astronomy But didn't know the basic principles about economy I say the wise man don't play the role of a fool The first thing a man must obtain
crew into beef stew Serve you with seafood You can't cloud my vision 'cause you're see-through [Spawn] You need to recognize the size of the Atmos You ain't
we blast Bitch nigga throw em up, we still don't give a fuck This is Flex shit we party reckless you can't exit And all my nillas if you willin to win
throw em up, we still don't give a fuck This is Flex shit we party reckless you can't exit And all my nillas if you willin to win it like we in it Throw
y'all You don't, want to fuck with us, you don't Huh.. Yo, you don't want to fuck with us, you don't Yo, you don't want to fuck with us, you don't
Just say a prayer and walk away Don?t you even begin to, say you know exactly what we need You never know, you never know what we need You never knew
, oooooohhh, I'm a lay ya down Gotta watch my back across my tracks god know I know these clowns [Chorus:] God know I know I feel like can't nobody fuck
oooooohhh, I'm a lay ya down Gotta watch my back across my tracks god know I know these clowns [Chorus:] God know I know I feel like can't nobody f**
Yield E&D Fields Chew emcees like I'm eatin' a meal Normal life is not real; we are just cogs in a wheel We work, we hurt, we search, we feel The microphonist
we hit the gear under upscale rocks So you could knock all you want to but you ain't gettin' in You could try to crash the door but you ain't gettin'
was grinding and getting scratched The knife grind you and you scratched Now you crying like a bitch, You a bird got wings I'm a fly you with the pack
But didn't know the basic principles of economy I say the wise man don't play the role of a fool The first thing a man must obtain is Twelve Jewelz Knowledge
6", sick hogg and all about mines Dead bodies don't talk, kill 'em, tape and chalk So if you fall short....flatline Nigga, when you near give me adequate
Preklad: Pre všetky my vieme. Nemôžeš zabiť mŕtveho muža.
weak Dead men, they never speak All part of man's condition On this path to our perdition We kill along the way Death never takes a holiday [Pre-chorus