Hidden behind a trend, you let yourself become so weak, so fucking insincere. Spitting on what you were, on what I?m still proud to be. You sold the
Verse: Cockni o' dire Chorus: Killa rhyme klik keeps the function live Heads treat my lovely on the 1, 2, 5 I might socialize if I dip and dive 'cause
When you see a deer, you see Bambi And I see antlers up on the wall When you see a lake you think picnics And I see a large mouth up under that log You
Cuando me muera y me tengan que enterrar Quiero que sea con una de tus fotografias Para que no me de miedo estar abajo Para que no se me olvide como es
Превод: Хоусе Оф Паин. Килла Рхиме Кликните.
Превод: Ксзибит. Килла Рхиме Кликните.
fuori i soldi, perche la merda quando spacca va pagata ok? diglielo Killa, babbo natale e morto ma questi babbi di minchia invece non muoiono mai, blocco recordz ] [ Emis Killa
dark destiny Killing white boys - Long live the race!!! Killing white boys - Like Pancho Villa!!! Killing white boys - Satan takes care of you Killing white boys - Killing
kind of motherfucker making the hit list When I see you in the street you better run and cover Cuz if I pull out my gat, I shoot to kill motherfucker [
is fat Thats why I need a gat For the fact that possible lacks I have to adapt Shit like that Got a motherfucker on paranoya But some killas got a remedy
Man this is the E-D-C all up in this motherfucker Young Ren and Mr. P Trained ass D Yeah, this shit is the smell This like a full scam plot Man (E-D-
mercy, you heard me, bitches ain't shit I don't play, go the wrong way, I'm flippin' yo' script I'm from Stockton, Cali, E-D-C, so killa Young Ren, the
Aint no set ride for me So I aint trippin' off no set I'm bout money D-O-E, cream is my thing I got my mug-oning when I hit the scene Let my nuts swing
I walked down the street like a good girl should He followed me down the street like I knew he would Because a guy is a guy wherever he may be So
i soldi, perche la merda quando spacca va pagata ok? diglielo Killa, babbo natale e morto ma questi babbi di minchia invece non muoiono mai, blocco recordz ] [ Emis Killa
(feat. Smitty) [singing in background] [talking] B-Slick... Guru... [Chorus x2: Smitty] How you gon' be a killa with no shells in them tecs You sellin
