Letras:
Gang Bad News From Street

Bad news from swing street Jonathan was only seventeen when armed he went into the cours of S. Rafael in august nineteen seventy Bad news from swing street

I'm not tryin to tell ya what to do You have your own freedom of choice who to listen to You knew good from bad, fair from foul, right from wrong Now

rush Make ?em hush Knock ?em out flush Shake ?em out their shoes Bad energy blues What rules? Haven't you heard the news? [Zion] (Hey) It's the boogie

to dream [50 Cent] You can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus Never bothered me, strong arm robbery I went from countin' Jelly donuts to taking the most From

, out on the streets Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat Bound gagged raped, I'm frustrated, I hate it Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated Bad

you know you can't paint a frown on a clown Sewer gutter blood runs through my system Death stopped by but I must have just missed him Am I in a southwest street gang

you got to have heart from the start man Fake snitches and fake bitches Thats probably why I break niggas and break bitches Word on the streets Bad

shows And fuck dose who oppose we runnin' them hoes 365 motherfuckin' days a year I have your fool staggerin' just like a bottle of beer You niggaz runnin' from

curse, man! Murder, murder - It's perverse, man! Murder, murder - Nothing's worse than Bloody murder In the night! HYDE: Bad news from God, Teddy! FIRST