we can't feed the poor Were really hopeless, spread some love before And love that and hold in Lord I really miss my friends, Lord please help us Now
t feed the poor Were really hopeless, spread some love before And love that and hold in Lord I really miss my friends Lord please help us [C-Murder]
Превод: Ц-Мурдер. Господ помогне нама.
yeah-yeah) Flip the bird where (In the air) Fuck the world (We don't care) It's time to ride out, niggaz stash your cash at the hideout The Murderous I N C
. Gotta give ah p'z to tha land and sellin my halo, gotta stay head strong foe my soldiaz, like I told ya (Dear Lord can you help me?) when you at peace
, you better let her know Keep a focus, part in your vision, inside the lord Hanging within the trigger my nigga, cause time is hard Chorus x2 Verse 3 (c-murder
that I did I been a thug since I was born And nuttin' change but I been trapped in this game too long Verse 1 (c-murder) Hail mary Freak or murder attempts
niggas know we out to get this money! (C'mon money! C'mon money! C'mon money!) Raekwon, Ghostface, Rocky Marce c'mon! (C'mon money! C'mon money! C'mon money! C
And backpains from the world on my shoulder blades But I be damned if they send me to an early grave Chorus [C-Murder, (Ms. Peaches)] [C-Murder] I be damned if they murder
went out like a gangsta You went out with Vivica, three months after wanksta Get Rich or Die Tryin, we thought you was hot Now the same ***** wanna take us to the Candy Shop C
like a gangsta You went out with Vivica, three months after wanksta Get Rich or Die Tryin, we thought you was hot Now the same nigga wanna take us to the Candy Shop C
looking like the thriller {Prophet Posse} Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse Hypnotize C-A-M-P Posse {talking, screaming
duck my head, up in the sunday service That's the only place where 5-0, won't burst us bust us Nigga they don't love us, they wanna relocate us to the
Fuck with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that corrupted us Learn why we buck at the guys that come up with us Ain't enough bucks for us to
me Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set Ghost backin me Bust a shot, motored Four male in paper work Lord We get together once more before we blow this Murdered
