every single star shine down to guide you For you may never fail to find your way May the words you hear prove to be true Make the truth the judge for
Tradução: Fair Warning. Para los jóvenes.
we all adore Something worth dying for Nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame The one thing we all adore Something worth dying for
for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for yah
For it bein' on Christmas mornin' Now, for recreation, we went on a tramp, And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp And a little wee drummer intending to camp, For
I?m here now Ain?t no body harming young My screw?s loose they say somethings wrong wit young Ya time?s up I?m just warning young Cause this here?s for
We're b.a.d. balls to the wall No mercy for the enemy Shout out loud: fair warning Shout out loud: fair warning We're gonna rock you Young thunder never
em about this Looking for something pretty, you can em it's not this [Chorus] [Yelawolf] Pray on my God, I believe it's too hard dont reach for the
summertime fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline Im trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess I met you for
fine, I let you get on top, I be the underline I'm trying to get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell, I guess I met you for a reason,
is a mothafucka, ya dig Old timer want the block back, stop that You been gone too long the young nigga said Lord knows, what's goin' through this young
[Beanie Sigel] Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers Now fair warning, sure shots wont graze ya We hug
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us join us Keep heaters on us, with red lasers Now fair warning, short shots won't graze ya We hug corners, play
Come all ye fair and tender maidens Take warning how you court young men They're like a star of a summer's morning First they appear and then they're
for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for
your advance All hazards and dangers, we barter on chance For you'd have no scruples for to send us to france Where we would get shot without warning
O as I was a-walking down by yon mill-town, The fair and lovely mountains they did me surround; 'Twas there I saw a fair maid, and to me she looked grand
