: Horrible plans of hate they're tending The evil minds with plans predicting Bitter vibes of hate they're sending Broken heart and mind is mending Deflective
Horrible plans of hate they're tending The evil minds with plans predicting Bitter vibes of hate they're sending Broken heart and mind is mending Deflective
Tradução: DRI. Mal Mentes.
I know you like the milky-mellow sound, honey, honey Doin this ain't all about money, money I know you like the way I sound, right, right Chorus (4x) As I
I know you like the milky-mellow sound, honey, honey Doin this ain't all about money, money I know you like the way I sound, right, right [Chorus x4] As I
2x] I'MA RIDE I'MA RIDE I'MA LIVE I'MA LIVE I'MA DIE I'MA DIE FO MY MUTHAFUCKIN DAWGS I'MA ROB I'MA ROB I'MA STEAL I'MA STEAL I'MA KILL I'MA KILL FO MY
scene eyes nuh see What governments hide C.I.A should D.O.A., K.G.B. should R.I.P. That's what on my mind The bible was changed to suit King James Many
with some 409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel in a posse when I walk the street Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max Now I don't speak much,I
is illusionary Raise my son, no vindication of manhood necessary [M.D.] Not strong [T.K.] Only aggressive [M.D.] Not free [T.K.] We only licensed [M.D
or be killed. CHORUS: K-i-l-l- o-r -be- k-i-l-l- o-r -be- k-i-l-l- o-r -be-, kill or be killed (repeat twice) Belo- im'a take a life quick as i take
in me like Malcolm Little said, "All means necessary" So by all means, I'm armed and my weapon's ready I got my lessons ready Hopin' I learned 'em before I
true love's hair} Knowledge the green Wallies, all I see Mama hold math like caller I.D. Chose the path that chose me I'ma tell you like G O D told
reach the top I'd rather be ready for the future Do it for yourself 'cause no one else will suit ya I juxtapose for mine to maintain and segregate myself from evil and pain I
die? I don't want to go yet! I never went to Russia or owned a private jet. I never kissed a lion or went bowling nude, I've never gone hang gliding
You can't get your own and that's, pitiful I know I'd be the man if I cold yanked the plug On R&B, but I can't and that's bugged Buggin' out, buggin'
I get homocidous The unholy poetry is for all the suicidalists Just another brother from D-E-T-R-O-I-T I pack a Smith and Wesson 'cause I don't know karate I
