Like a ship lost at sea, That's all we'll ever be, A suicidal breed, Shaped from this tainted life we live So what can you tell me, That I don't already
Tradução: Face Down (EE.UU.). Raza muertos.
bomb As soon as I send the alarm, and when we're done We've committed a red rum, leaving the enemies dead and gone Leaving 'em niggas head's blown, cause they know they dead
breed I explode into a million seeds Ya'll remember me Legendary live eternally Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation Niggas screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em Take them to places, stake they face
come with it cant fake the funk at all And bet your ganna fall studying the bone thug style But whatcha ganna do when you face to face with the 5th dawg
blight on an auspicious night Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled white and dead, Her
rap And punk rock Yeah we never knew back then That we would end up losing most of our friends But when those friends start acting like they enemies Then they dead
-and cut his adam's apple out! Walked in the village and to the piggy's place He opened up his door and shot me in the face And blew me off the porch-
stairs they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around the shirt covered her face, but she
the stairs They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground Screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around The shirt covered her face, but
a mi run di route Yu dis Beenie Man and mi fans ago carry yu out, old scout Chorus: I've never been down, well done I've never been out, swell down
: Despair, emptiness See the hatred wasted on yourself Face down taste the dust; it's getting harder everyday Just to find a reason not to end it all
him breed it Talk bout free scholarship a yuh need it Yuh see yuh name pon bulla and cya read it Yuh see yuh name pon pussy and go eat it Killa yuh dead
motherfuckers Look, check it, look [Xzibit] Everybody here was born to hustle It's a very thin line between the boss and the muscle We foot soldiers, face
, feel no pain as I penetrate Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick pace I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind So my soul is a threat to
already know, Came down with a style unfamiliar sound, That?s how we kicked in the doo-oo-oor What it be like, bone thug nigga, born ?n bred in the Cleveland