don't have to hear the words Cause I already feel your thoughts So it comes as no surprise That all the intent is real And all the suspects are right
but I dont have to hear the words cause I already feel your thoughts so it comes as no surprise that all the intent is real all the suspects are right
Preklad: Amerika. Song pre podozrivý.
Preklad: Americká hlava nabíjanie. Song pre podozrivý.
everything but I dont have to hear the words cause I already feel your thoughts so it comes as no surprise that all the intent is real all the suspects
dead on arrival No suspects have been taken into custody} {Combs' trouble seems to continue As he turned himself in today to local police For an alleged
like with a bad bitch trying to get a ring in the prom (prom prom prom) My swaggers is nice, ward is bond She might not know my name but she know my song
mine (safe) Just be that model citizen I wish I had a schilling (for each senseless killing) For every senseless killing I'd buy a government America's for
you got what I need Try to sleep I haven't slept, try to eat I forget Shit where's your number hope that's the one I kept Now we just met and I suspect
try and make a run for it. Don't let him get away. Take this fucker." [WC] It's All Bad! Verse 3: WC Now it's time for me to make my getawaaaaaay! Fuck
More crooks and way more killers than y'all Hot with it with goals, tryin to die with over two hundred songs Ready to go like 'Pac did it Niggaz is out for
the next day No evidence, no apology and no regard Even for the big American rap star For us especially, us most especially A Mr. Nigga VIP jail cell just for
's back for more Yes, the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (And plus the cold war) Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
war is peace Like corporations don't dictate the streets Like brothers don't die for the diamond or bling Like brothers don't die over songs we sing Like
back in yo Cadillac Let me jump in this shit like back to back Stay real for life, roll down south For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd My alias
got a question for Boz, would you ride for me? To them Deli boys nigga would you die for me? To my homies Kane and Abel would you kill for me? If a motherfucker