Letras:
B4C

We got in a little fight Geezer come with a knife in his fist I got cut along with the wrist said A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B. All cops are bastards

We got in a little fight Geezer come with a knife in his fist I got cut along with the wrist said A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B. All cops are bastards

We got in a little fight Geezer come with a knife in his fist I got cut along with the wrist said A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B. All cops are bastards

: 1,2,3,4 Kiffa: Ehi ehi mezzo milione in tasca sai che gia sicuro ma ne basta solo uno per mandarti a fanculo diritto stiffo solamente Kiffa con il

Wii I'm on mah A game, never on that B shit, you on that B shit, never gone be shit. Thats how I see C shit cause I am D shit, true story like that hollywood

where it hurt most You niggas ain't comin' close I run up, gun up, hit you and ya done up, playa you ghost We killers, Violator, Murderer niggas [Hook] [R.C

R.I.P. to the Pimp, you know I rep for UGK Get 4 million with Clinton Sparks, your favorite DJ [Chorus] Lemme see you hit the floor (c'mon) I know that

stay off MTV News when niggas askin' fo' Beef Talkin' bout' they gon Kill Game when they say these thing I where da 4-5 in L.A. like I'm A.C. Green [

't doin nuttin but claimin my city See my lyrics are double or nothin provin to suckers I can throw 'em Pass the natural 10 to 4 and six-eight before