The Faces Nor The Friends Lost Burn Me In The End It's All Of The Years I've Wasted It's All The Years I've Wasted They All Like The Night That's
Tradução: One Man Army. Todos sus amigos.
the faces nor the friends lost burn me in the end it's all of the years I've wasted it's all the years I've wasted they all like the night that's when
a blood bath your blood bath You'll never stop us with your one-man army We would burn him alive You'll never stop us with your one-man army If you're
through fence Dismember your members And all of your limbs Body bust inna nuff segments Well, Man a run drugs Man a run risk Man all a run out a time
I'm your nigga just to get your ass misled That's when I rolled up in your house and take your shit away Thought you had a friend, but I'm a nigga gettin
you lead but man will they buy all your lines. Sleep with all the sheets off your bearing your mattress, bearing your soul. And you're dying to look smooth with your
California Yeah, that's it. Just relax. Have another drink, few more pretzels, little more MSG. Turn on those Dallas Cowboys on your TV. Lock your doors. Close your
to push, no friend, no bush I'm the centerpiece, you're a mortice, i'm a pitbull off his leash All this peace-talkin cease All these people i had to leave
it Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think? hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and (Boo
off those warrior garments Shake off your warrior armor?yeah Money for your souls What if they were to tell the young one All of them dancing upon the
war game More enemies, more friends, more fame Listen to propaganda cock the hammer We can stop a man but how do you destroy an army that's a phantom
lights, hit the lights Tell them all, tell them tell them hard... So hit the lights, lights, lights So hit the lights, hit the lights Tell them all,
Chorus] Woo! Boy talk boy! [R. Kelly] Break up to make up baby Seems that's all we do darlin But no one wants to walk out the door After all of the
grew up in the crime zone Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap You keep your chrome cause the streets is chilly Now get your grind
and master When your ass was born it was all on the own and When it's time to die you'll be all alone so Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone
