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Tradução: Murder By Death. Los que se quedaron.
pigs, tell them the rooster's back Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is back I'm still by your side, no matter who comes strapped Fuck Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who
try to speak Those who are quiet, will always cause riots There's three types of people in the world Those who don't know what happened Those who wonder
And I knew he must soon be gone away He took my hands and pressed them in his own As if by doing so he should stay longer He told me of the world I might
be complete (Pras) Huh, lovin' the wreck in effect, will be all in checkmate Another style for Praswell to translate For those who can't relate to stay
Yeah, for those of you who don't know This is the land of the scandalous and cut throats Child support- that's unheard of Number one crime in the motherfucker- murder
don't even decide you want to hide If they find who they're looking for, they shoot whoever's inside Your little street family they drive by your block
, flashes of death camps and prisons no provisions Deceived by the devils decisions Forced into a slave Death before dishonor for those men who were brave
visions, flashes of death camps and prisons no provisions Deceived by the devils decisions Forced into a slave Death before dishonor for those men who
disrespect In a second use a weapon smith and westin or attack Youngster or fucking vest who's get checked or to the next Who gets rest pistol gripping always-staying
only the weak, will try to speak Those who are quiet, will always cause riots There's three types of people in the world Those who don't know what happened Those who
a killer, the phantom of all niggas who wanna be "Nina"a?¦ But listena?¦ I kill a bitch in a vision of "Milli-Vanilli"a?¦ Motherfuckers who's being murdered by
nigga still breathin' hard from the last song 'Cause out here it's either mash or get mashed on Rest in peace to all those who done passed away (R.I.