Letras:
Fields Still For A While

things should end If they were infinate We would see their worthless Dont be down my dear Its just cold draws near Lie down still for a while

these things should end If they were infinate We would see their worthless Dont be down my dear Its just cold draws near Lie down still for a while

get the chops or the lobster Prime on 12, dinner for dos We, begin with a toast, end with a dose of the light green cheeba, rolled in a Cohiba It's Sunday

the force while your standing still You might get lucky like [? ] 20 million to film With that you could build yourself a football field Build a field of dreams for

a Thug Poet If I say that I'm a flock that means I'm a Thug Poet And when I lay it down, it makes me a Thug Poet [Broady Boy] Thank the dudes for the

m that sneaky little nigga still off the hook Off the chain and a muthafucking wire You can label me a hitman that's out here for hire Throwin up blood

live your last moments waving goodbye, desperately Having a nice day while we're swinging from gallows perched atop Fool sit still, watch them, please take your? Spill on through killing fields

: [Intro:] Yeah... Woaah Oh Dis Is For My soldiers... Real Real Soldiers Yeah! [Chorus:] Dis Is For My Fallen Soldiers We Miss You Although You Gone

came from the city Had to get out for a while Now they're sitting on the fields Watching the wind blow our worries away And the van is playing a tune