drug So brother, raise another pint Rev up the engine and drive off in the night See you somewhere some place some time I know there's better brothers
some new drug so brother raise another pint rev up the engine and drive off in the night see you somewhere someplace sometime i know there's better brothers
Fordítás: Gyilkosság A halál. Testvér.
Fordítás: Gyilkosság A halál. Brother Listen Listen.
of some new drug so brother raise another pint rev up the engine and drive off in the night see you somewhere someplace sometime i know there's better brothers
, under the streetlights Some people talked, while others cried Ink was a brother, who shouldn't have died Then the silence broke, Ice what's it gonna be? 38 hard brothers
dudes ain't ridin' if there part of your set And why they never get it poppin' but they party to death Yea, and why they gon' give you life for a murder
you wanna meet A 9 millimeter, that will stop him Get his ass focused, once I focus him I drop him Boy you should of known not to fuck with me bitch Brothers
, but for the love of the art And you my heart, I leave casualties bleedin' 'Cause we keep it death for a death, life for a life Murder for a murder,
the sun me and the desert we are one I am a murderer Only the dead souls know I'm alive They want me to lie down by their side These are the demons
whole keys I cooked up now all my niggaz, makin major figgaz. Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin a lick pistol whip them nigga to death
Who came through with two Glocks to terrorize your borough Told you how to slap dips and murder your girl Gave you all the finger and told you to sit
at me, got me weaving and bobbing Homies are being murdered by lieutenants to sergeants Like weez, we uprooted just as soon we harvest Searching for sunshines, suffocated by
vanished And the creation of Hell I stood with my brothers and watched Lucifer fall But now my brothers are not brothers And we have come here where we
President's clean When it's on, thinkin you can trust police Every black is a beast and our women are cheap And that brothers gettin murdered is the way
the machine the _Bush Killer_ remain In between the government and the public that's trained Where white companies profit off black death And house nigga rap thugs sell murder
a paper at the newsstand Walk by me, scream out, "somebody help this man" Not even life insurance helpin your fam, I'm takin that I'm from Yonkers motherfucker, where the murderers at Murderous
