I read it in a magazine, That nothing's ever what it seems, You live your life in fairytales, You're off the chart, you're off the rails. Join the dots
Tradução: Nos provocan incendios. Magazine.
grand worth ah government Lada and fight against the ones who have the same forefather him next door neighbor all weed we charge for we children slaughter ah we
Nate ridin with me, Snoop ridin with me All you other niggaz used to be good like Ken Griffey I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt On fire like a nigga
epilogues from the books that we have read And to the face of every criminal strapped firmly in a chair We must stare, we must stare, we must stare We
in the books that we have read And in the face of every criminal Strapped firmly to a chair We must stare, we must stare, we must stare We must take
degrees for those who know My fire's higher than the liars, we don't burn rubber, we burn tires We riders we ciders, we live in The Carter Wayne is a
degrees for those who know My fire's higher than a liar, we don't burn rubber, we burn tires We riders we ciders, we live in The Carter Wayne is a flame
miss you so We didn't make love We celebrated it's invention Confetti on the mattress ? I used to have those images Tonight I came home they were just members in the fire
s an ambulance Fire truck get to the fire in advance Hot flow... Pop up... the muthaf-cken man Walk up clear the way it's an ambulance Fire truck get to the fire
you ain't getting her back, cause she know Where we at nigga? We on top of the world [Interlude: Tyler] Where we at, niggas? Where the fuck we at, man
't wanna believe me Till the bullets hit em and they started to bleeding Boy you a lesser not even a guester When we started leakin up your shirt that
caught in the cross-fire mix (Ice-T) while whole crews flash they fo-fo's in the flicks Magazine after magazine gets stomped in the street Late night
that Rapper Brad Jordan alias Scarface must be stopped After being monitored by secret service agents for two years Evidence leads Tobacco and Fire Arms
are all presumed dead I repeat they are all presumed dead However there are no suspects I repeat the subjects are at large we might need some backup.. Inform O'Malley that we
Check, Maniac Chipmunk, check it See I can't take these man dem Start promoting beef but getting no piece man dem Ain't even got a mix CD But got the
the epilogues from the books that we have read And to the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair We must stare, we must stare, we must stare We