and the act is done A love like blood, a love like blood Till the fearless come and the act is done A love like blood, a love like blood Everyday through
Tradução: Matar Broma. Love Like Blood.
Tradução: Matar Broma. Love Like Blood (Deedrah.
a??Kill Killa?? then start flexin When the shit poppin' off in my direction Nigga got a 17-shot for protection Life ain't no joke Too many niggas I know
say ([Hen-G:] bad joke I rather jack another brother, watch the gun smoke) Livin in the fast lane flippin like you're insane You won't stop until your blood
And we call it feeding our family Ya'll call it a tragedy, Damn How I could just kill a man His blood flow like a river and rinse his blood off of my
time Young money like the lakers in their prime (prime prime prime) Make money off a mother fucking rhyme (rhyme rhyme rhyme) T-Raw in the bitch like
's the Holocaust." "May Christ have mercy on your soul For making such a joke Amid these hearts that burn like coal And the flesh that rose like smoke
the law, We tasted blood and wanted more, For we are murder , we like it fine, No quarter , we draw the line, And you so gracious , lost in time, Too busy killing
pimping in my veins Pimping in my blood Pimping in my swag Pimping in my cup Walking like a pimp when I walking through the club Pause like a pimp so
got the weapon Boom! Boom! I'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that I love to kill, I love the thrill And I love to put a nigga body parts in
got the weapon Boom! boom! i'm blastin' at your mind to get you believe that I love to kill, i love the thrill And i love to put a nigga body parts in
blood Pimpin in my swag Pimpin in my cup Walkin like a pimp when I walk it thru the club Pause like a pimp so the hoes show me love Pimp by day pimp by
never give a dog blood Because raw blood I have a dog like one bitin whatever All up in ya gut Give it to them raw like that And ain't no love I do em
hospital beds, fed fluid Two bullets hit my leg, one passed through it Saw the blood and the hole in my calf, looked through it My life's no joke, I
the mic at the disco I liked how that shit was goin' down Dreamt about ripping the mic with my own sound So I tried to write rhymes somethin' like them
sweat You say I'm crazy? You ain't see shit yet 'Cause I love to kill and kill for fun The microphone goes off like a handgun It's goin' down now grab
