lay waste Wipe out, kill them, kill them Their struggle to defend The attack will never end Surrounded by disgust Pounded into dust The captured will
That old dust storm killed my baby, But it can't kill me, Lord And it can't kill me. That old dust storm killed my family, But it can't kill me, Lord
Tradução: Woody Guthrie. El polvo no me puede matar.
Dreams sparkled with the dust of angels as blue-eyed girl puts all her trust in strangers misguided, misdirected in a strange world she took a leap
real life, you burnt your soul down the day you left your greed. Consume your time, I can't help but give a fuck. No words, no false promise, dust, dust
in shapelessness Like your breath washed out By the contempt I don't want to wait for it So kill me Through I don't want to die But kill me I hide my
m gonna kill that lane) You know major league niggas play the kidnap game Have the kid missin' for days, listen and pray (And I'm kill 6 of your niggas
when this patriot thrust Your mouth is on shut, your emotions are hidden For you to handle your business, you are more than driven If you kill it no more
side get the last pull Don't make me blow that dust off of my 6'4 Brown paper bag with a bottle full of cristal Compton monster sold out concerts Killed
you'll receive it Bang, bang, you're dead POWER GAMES: Pushed to the limit POWER GAMES: Built to destroy POWER GAMES: Ashes to ashes POWER GAMES: Dust to dust
Bang, bang, you're dead POWER GAMES: Pushed to the limit POWER GAMES: Built to destroy POWER GAMES: Ashes to ashes POWER GAMES: Dust to dust Wake
a nigga from the gutta, With a mother on drugs I'm kickin dust up Ready to bust I'm on the scene steady muggin' mean Until they kill me I'll be livin
Mike Coolin, hell yeah Mama raised a hellrazor... born thuggin Heartless and mean, muggin at sixteen On the scene watchin fiends buggin Kickin up dust
The hood that took me under A nigga gots the heart Don't get it twisted cause I'm mad with my homey's score I kill for my niggas, my niggas kill for me
, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs No yokes but smokes Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill