i turned my back on society when society turned it's back on me i'll be an ememy of this world until the day i fuckin die i am of the mind and the opinion
Fordítás: Blood For Blood. Írja be a büntető elme.
i turned my back on society when society turned it's back on me i'll be an enemy of this world until the day i fucking die i am of the mind and the
eye, when I?m high I pull the trey in your insides, I strike blindside Rip inside, my syllables simmer for every criminal In prison whose an individual
.B., thug for motherfuckin' life motherfuckin' made niggaz We comin' after these niggaz, worldwide Feel me, Makaveli the Don My life in exchange for
up for Mama She'll get hot for you When they pass that basket Folk contribute to You put in for Mama She'll put out for you The folks atop the ladder
! M.O.B., thug for motherfuckin lifeMotherfuckin made niggaz We comin after these niggaz, worldwide Feel me! Makaveli the Don My life in exchange for
for every criminal in prison whose an individual lose that struggle My stories burst niggaz bubbles, make new niggaz mumble Ready to shed blood up in
line Maori language they petitioned Suffered they did ignorant of implications ostracised Against what they knew was wrong For what they knew was right Blood
Storm gates of stronghold Strange fate that I chose Morbid poet speak prose. Tattered voices arose Red Blood written on scroll Escapes throat an ill flow For
Once my mind in the zone I cripple niggaz wit the chrome It's on And I was taught to show no mercy Wit a squad full of killas Who was raised blood-thirsty
