praying to the night sky alone. I been running down this dead end street. I wanna rip through all the faces I see. I'm lost forever on this dead end street
Tradução: Blood For Blood. Callejón sin salida.
soul praying to the night sky alone. I been running down this dead end street. I wanna rip through all the faces I see. I'm lost forever on this dead end street
and get three mo' men THAT'S, the end [Chorus] [The Game:] I done been to hell and back Left for dead, you know who to thank for that Finished my second
Tell Yall Who I Be I Gotta Say Proof R.I.P Thats For Em The 40 Oz Spillin Thats For Him I Got The System In The Bently On Blast For Him I Go Bananas Like
meant for me to survive this gangster shit Meant for you not to be livin, food for the pigeons It's rules I'm givin, new lessons for the street This jungle
for them to pass through Carefully timing the way we put it on their whole crew Aeiyo, Bust give me the queue I'm here for you, close to you Blood in
: [Music:Rettke/Paeth/Hunecke - Words: Rettke] [Vocal intro:] A lonely room A covered world The sun is drifting slowly A dead end street Behind the
better plead the fifth We've been idolized Role models for all the kids [J-Dog:] You heard us before but that was just a little sample We're back for
But wait why do i have all this blood on my hands Blood on my clothes blood on my shoes Im on the 10 o clock news for steady Murdering crews and there
s raining blood, the streets are a bloody mess About once or twice a week though it thunder storms That's when giant heavy red and black clouds form It's raining blood
I'm gonna swim in they blood shed Justi-justify the seventeen dead Seventeen dead, it don't bother you Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead Seventeen dead
feat. Esham) [Intro: Violent J] The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so
beg you bawl it. set the hills on fire believe in me to turn the page and fight the suffering where must the blood fall to change the stars for madmen? for
piece motherfucker I want to welcome y'all niggaz back to the streets (it's alright!) You's confused for a minute but here we are My nigga Cad in this
s the matta wit yo head? Cracks...life, all you niggaz gon end up dead Cracks...life, everybody servin rat til he ride Everybody think they somebody, til somebody end
I'm out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!" "I'm out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!" "I'm out for dead *fuckin* presidents to represent
was given a seat in the stand, who was breaking away from the pack, who was only a stranger at home, who was ground down in the end, who was found dead
