Lyrics:
quest
A greed law
That we abide by is ruthless
Enough will never satisfy
Until we toothless
Filthy millionaires
Are gamblin' until they muflis
of altercations
So why are we at a ?bar of killers? getting wasted?
If niggas plan to murder me God, I'd rather face it
I ain't running from no man, *damn I hate
good, you can't read or write
A bittin' kid that'll get twist if he front, no publicity stunt
His life flashes by his eyes quicker than Black History
hypnotize the earth make em do what I say
And make the good people rich
And the others don't bother
Make the evil start killin' up there mothers
never been caught (zodiac killer assisted by brady)
peek-a-boo you're doomed!
he plunged himself into the billowy wave
and an echo arose from
sings. a hollow sink in your (cell/life) rings, as you weep...
momma, put me to sleep, and thats when you know how good this gets, a waking night here,
dead
Spread out she's all over the place in the house
And she's dead
A chainsaw is nice it's a healthy tool
Or perhaps a good old fashioned drowning in
Wasn't there a time
When no one lived in pain
Zero down to zero
But a warrior
The innocence of birth
The power of the earth
Out of all that's good
use my beeper for unnecessary dealings
So when we work, we die from killers work be killing
Punk mother-fakers take the pranksta for a joke
So how
the sands of time, stampeded by a million broncos
Through the congo, beneath the cosmos, Priest the 5th apostle
I'm like Picasso, I paint a hot flow,
Little girls in pretty boxes, high tech sweat and younger skin
We were all delicious and smelled of Arpege
I buzzed my killer in
Bring me the head
In rags in their normal place
Where diesel machines roar by
Pale dawn, at the scrapyard gates
Fast food parks and hardware mines
Not smiling
Uncle Sam get out the way I don't care so hand the number
to my pager watchin for weasels, but still take good care of my PEOPLE
Keep handlin my
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
america nineteen sixty three and you were by his side I still remember pictures that look on your face the king had been forsaken and his country died in
smokin' or lose
Now I don't care what ya smoke
Now it could be cigarettes or it could be killer dope
Whatever it is now you better quit
Because it would
A proclamation was issued today
By the government of the USA
Up to ninety-nine years in jail
For illegal possession or sale
How can they think
runnin' ya mouth
It ain't no doubt about these killers, if ya call em' they comin'
Gun shots at all the hot spots keep niggas runnin'
I'm at the bar
Good-bye Joe, me gotta go, me oh, my oh
Me gotta go-pole the pirogue, down the bayou
My Yvonne, sweetest one, me oh, my oh
Son of a gun, we're gonna
the ending of every nation
The downfall of man is here, the final good-bye
his hand an' I bid him good-bye.
I never went back, for what I had heard was true:
That a poet only writes about the things he cannot do.
My pa said,
Choć mokra i piana w miłości skąpana
Melodia cię będzie męczyć ziomuś do rana
Rana rana rana
Moja rana
Twoja rana
It's time to say good bye my girl I
ดูที่การกระทำไม่ต้องใช้คำแบบนิยาย
มีแต่วีรกรรม ที่เคยได้ทำให้เธอเสียใจ
แต่ก็ยังทำอยู่ประจำถ้าทนไม่ไหวก็ Good bye
ถ้าเธออยากอยู่ ถ้าเธออยากไป
ถ้าเธอ OK I'm still riding with you
I'm
take me down
I’m gonna say good bye
I’m not gonna wait no more
I’m not gonna wait no more
I’m not gonna wait no more for you
You get what you give
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