you of your life Undead horror alive Pulling the trigger inside Out for blood, out for blood I want blood, I want you Out for blood, out for blood I want blood
Tradução: La Corona. Fuera de la sangre.
Out for blood - Out for blood We prowl the streets at night Blood hot - Heart cold In the shadows we await To feast upon your soul Out for blood - Out for blood
me or near by Though I invite you all to try, hey, I'm a fair guy Just approach with caution, be aware because I don't share my Throne, my crown I own
run out WEED RUN OUT! Yuh senses must dumb out, Mi have a pound round a back deh a gwan sun out NAH COME OUT! Till the chalice bun out, NAH COME OUT!
in cradles to hangmen who smile Lick up the blood from the blade of your knife Walk the stairway, leading down, ride on fire, take the crown Your mind
the top Spend a nigga band and we out Big money shit been 'bout See this game blood Nigga gave me the gang So I gave it to my bloods MULA Fresh with
your eyes off my throne and your hands off my crown or get your ass layed back Keep your eyes off my throne and your hands off my crown or get your ass
meant for me to survive this gangster shit Meant for you not to be livin, food for the pigeons It's rules I'm givin, new lessons for the street This jungle
, is he from Cali? is he from Queens? do he ghost for P. Diddy, can he write me a sixteen? did he take 5 shots? is he a blood or a crip? ride through
I'm made call the Brooklyn zoo, let 'em know the gorillas out his cage one hand on the holy Koran, one hand on the gage call fifty, tell 'em send the brigade whenever my pin out
on my brother and sisters in this not so united kingdom london england we are slippin so live you blood ..... in your blood bath can yoo blink me for
live holy cuz I see the Lord [Chorus] [Isaiah 6] For Whole earth is full of his glory And the foundations of the threshold tremble At the voice of him who called out
many, many men Wish death upon me Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta
art - Addiction is the easy part. (Please don't let Me fall into flames...) Night falls and darkness rises deep inside His skin. Blood, sweat and tears will soon pay For
bun(block)traffic it's a slow riddim Jay-z have a move rough Dem buss di M-16 Some man a drive out pon dung Dem have di latest thing Machine fit inna
devestatin.. to your ear.. to your mind.. to your body.. to your souuuuuuuuuuuuuullll! [Chorus: Flipmode + Meka] You better, pack up your bags, better get out
of my Flipmode family ties Me and my niggaz be comin' through stalkin' you out Killin' off any and everything you talkin' about See you in the club, now we walkin' you out
