sins They're the gods We'll pray on our knees And not at all We don't need heroes And not at all We don't need heroes You make me sick (Thanks to
Fordítás: Kill The Young. Nem Heroes.
our sins They're the gods We'll pray on our knees And not at all We don't need heroes And not at all We don't need heroes You make me sick (Thanks
off your tight Have have a ''G'' night night Getting head on a flight flight 20 hours flight , i ain't never been A hater mother fucker I ain't got no time Young
is written in the shadows of a hard black line Where people cry for a nations scars And heroes sleep beneath a blanket of stars Too young to die, but
straight down to business I need me some distance to run when I carry gun An' I'm a be like quick on my feet You try to be a hero my nine milli, you an
hot bars to the neck shoot like a tech war man will blaze in the neck we bun them hot bars to the neck yeah you cant play the hero this is cape fear
judgment, falls in love with Faust (My Hero). Faust poisons her mother so he can be alone with her, sleeps with Margaret, impregnates her, and with the Devil's help kills
Shady, old mix Back, second round's on me Kuniva, Cashis, Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater Obie Trice, what? *** didn't kill me Now a **** gon' get Peel my
my way. You put a hit out on me, think that I'm gon stop? No way. Gon have to kill me, or witness a nigga livin so filthy Young, Black, and Wealthy,
Some punk with a shotgun killed young Danny Bailey In cold blood, in the lobby of a downtown motel Killed him in anger, a force he couldn't handle Helped
They told me what happened alright You're still young and things like that always happen When you'll learn then you'll know not to make those mistakes
click of a hand, I'll be a man eventually, When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I got is eighty-five. A clock can kill motivation
[kung fu sample] They told me, what happened, alright You're still young, and things like that always happen When you'll learn, then you'll know not to
this (Nas is coming) You know all these niggaz out here just (Nas is coming) Talkin' this East coast, West coast bullshit Niggaz need to kill that shit
be the same prim row, all my niggaz know If I didn't have to learn to beat them streets and get that dough What if I never witnessed killings with my
a young boy, the age of fifteen Had a premonition that his city would get seen Now I'm winning, get Sheen in the city, uh The home of a hero Heroin stay
I'm black My stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro Pull a trigger, kill a nigger, he's a hero Mo' nigga,
