Tradução: Justicia. Gilipollas.
're around You make a hush of every smile next to you Because you're an asshole, so don't waste my time You're just an asshole, you don't change my mind
had no knowledge. No, the chemicals covered you. So a jury was formed as more liquor was poured. No need for conviction, they're not thirsting for justice
knowledge. No, the chemicals covered you. And so the jury was formed as more liquor was poured. No need for conviction, they're not thirsting for justice
We've decided to rob this motherfucker the legal way Nobs injecting ourselves to become property on the stock In the penal system. In the justice system
a bitch who takes your cash Spray is what I did to her Heave, is when I vomit up Car, a way to get around [Spoken] You fuck me huh? You fucking weak asshole
drove home As directly as they could "Carmichael you asshole," The new widow sobbed beneath her veil, "shot down in the line of duty Is this how justice
Two: Raekwon the Chef] I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore Hittin sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down A literate type asshole, songs
had no knowledge No, the chemicals covered you So a jury was formed As more liquor was poured No need for conviction They're not thirsting for justice
We've decided to rob this motherfucker the legal way Nobs injecting ourselves to become property on the stock In the penal system, in the justice system
soon We'll fuck them like they fucked us and won't kiss 'em Riots ain't nothin' but dodge for the system Fightin' with the beast, no justice, no peace
hop on our block always lead to some fights and gun shots niggas need to stop that bullshit hop unless its really necessary to get hopped you got asshole
a lie! that is a goddamn lie!" Get him out of here! "I want justice!" Get him the f*ck out of my face "I want justice!" Out right now! "F*ck you, you
by a hardcore hip hopper Forgot ya signed to cappa, a real donnie brasco A nigga wit mics and tape recorders, all up in his asshole Speakin of police
hardcore hip hopper Forgot ya signed to Cappa, a real Donnie Brasco A nigga wit mics and tape recorders, all up in his asshole Speakin of police, I
[Aesop Rock] Count that for me...thanks [Robotic voice] 4x One, two, one, two, three, four [Aesop Rock] Well any asshole with a book of matches can
Certain death! Just fuckin' beat it / Beat it..... The president thinks we are the best And he knows he's right We clean the streets of scum, But assholes
