Letras:
Die Radio Die The Chase

here I wish life could be like a song on the radio Everything just peace and love and stuff like that I wish life could be like a song on the radio,

) Touch kids like Michael, One roll of the dice, oh!, You wanna gamble wit' your life, Nigga die slow. Now your casket goin', (down, down) Tony Yayo tried to run, I chased

D.I.] You'se a B-writer a 'Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothin' but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser 'bout to get murdered

We took it on the chin But in the thirteenth hour No one ever wins But we're strong enough Like traffic all tied up And when the static clears The radios

: [2Pac] Get on yo knees nigga, get on yo knees and pray [radio tuning in] [Ja Rule] Em, you claim ya mother's a crackhead and kim is a known slut

Sing Social D on the radio But it don't, feel much like Christmas This used to be, my favourite holiday My Christmas Eve was filled with dreams But you chased

zapitos You'd celebrate the minute you was havin doe So fuck critics you can kiss our whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward Got beef with radio

zapitos You'd celebrate the minute you was havin doe So fuck critics you can kiss our whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward Got beef with radio

skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon A fireball of lightning, and it shook all the hills Who are these comrades that died like the dry leaves The radio