killing it And for dollar bills we keep on drilling it We're living in this world and we're killing it And for dollar bills we keep on drilling it We
ones that I despise So listen now We're living in this world and we're killing it It's so absurd, and for dollar bills We keep on drilling it, until
Preklad: Zdvihol päsť. Killing Je.
Brainstorm microphone napalm This is it, words from a time bomb Attack speed, fast as an F-fifteen Raise the heat, light the gasoline Overload, it might
, flame burst out all sides like Gamora My poisonous is released, gas from the canister Raise the black fist, we keep the earth on it's axis I make a
, now everybody Big Willie Done did it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it Your shit it, just ain't
to hear it, the rebel" - P.E "Tellin you to hear it " 2PacHolla if ya hear me "Hard!" "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E "Tellin you to hear it "
Waking up to a little baby crying Mom's yelling 'cause pop's got his fists flying It's nine in the morning and he's drunk One day, I feel that I'm gonna
eat So my natural instincts to kill in the street Im going to war and i sent you caution JumpSteady stepping over the governments brainwashing (Take it, Take it farther, take it
So my natural instincts to kill in the street I'm going to war and I sent you caution Jumpsteady stepping over the governments' brainwashing (Take it, take it farther, take it
(Do the mix and all that shit) Knamsayin', word up (Make it, make it a record real quick, do yo' thang) Throw ya seatbelts on, ahhight? (Yeah, hook it up, make it
make me wanna kill ya, ya think it's a game His uniform and his badge make him think he the man I can't take it, have to face it, the people got us [
The perfect love song, it has no words It only has death threats And you can tell a classic ballad By how threatening it gets So if you walk into your
, we big shots, we big shots And we done fucked all ya bitches, ya bitches I only fucks wit' my niggas, my niggas So we them true-to-life killas, killas
every mother's son Everything in domesticity Assumes it's role other than me Displaced persons whose culture let me down I raised my own daughters in a pornographic town (I raised
I've got this feeling deep inside But what it is, I don't know My vision starts to change My mind gets filled with rage I raise my fist up to the sky
