, wow There's no denyin' I was thinkin' of you, but Hell's on fire, heaven's freezin' And I love you baby without good reason Hell's on fire, heaven's
Tradução: América. Infierno de Fuego.
I need you,I need you to hate So I can use you for your energy you know, its real shit, feel this! [Verse 1] America's got a thing for this gangsta's
finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 3:] It's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision Moussberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin' the drama means nothin It's
down the road, skin on fire The Soviets seem up for it: The Kremlin's been itching for the real thing for years. Hell, Afghanistan's no fun So whadya
re in my will Like her and you Whom and who In America Town We all spin around In America Town I'm really not down? We all spin around In America Town America Town America
s no more pain and there's no more longg day [Chorus:] It's been a long day, just got out of work Me no in the curbz, hit that bottle clip off it's ajurned
: Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world, It's a new world, it's a new world Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world Yo, celebrate the new life New
, spin, and sin and killing what's revealing It's a never ending battle with no ending or beginning, listen Zero process, progress, become the hunted America's
mayne) They tryin to blame the fire (fire) but that's like wettin water (water) You either burnt or washed out, so get in order (order) Everyday it's
world now it's like you owe me somethin' Listen up, I got a story to tell It's like I fell outta Heaven just to walk through Hell But it fueled my fire
it's hell out there Here in the borders of America Town All of the dollies are spinning round and round and round Hail to the chief, let's just drag them all down There's
McVeigh's in hell So everything's okay and all must be well I remember Oklahoma when they put out the blaze And put Islamic terrorist bombing, on the front page It's
[Hard Black] Peep the math Mau Mau be about land and freedom Reperation and apologies, for Africa to America oddesseys Guerilla-type tactics on them
I hear we livin in the last days it?s revelation and you best get right with God or else hell is waitin the world is conin to an end /everyday it?s a
started yellin' raisin' hell in I probably gotta body or two to see tellin' But then yo a nigga just shot a cop Pig's blood on my clothes, pig's blood on
