my dress and i can't tell which one is worse and i can't see the cursing child real child of hell nobody's seen him real child of hell nobody knows what
can't tell which one is worse And I can't see the cursing child Real child of hell, nobody's seen him Real child of hell, real child of hell Nobody
Tradução: X. Niño Real del Infierno.
wants my dress and i can't tell which one is worse and i can't see the cursing child real child of hell nobody's seen him real child of hell nobody knows
: [Intro: 50 Cent] Baby this is real shit my record sell slow I'm show you my dick [x7] [The Game:] Hit a breakdown No 400 bars yet, I don't need that
up ladies, but keep your head up [Chorus] Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier ooooo child things are gonna get brighter [2x] [Verse
up ladies, but keep your head up Chorus Keep ya head up, oooo child things are gonna get easier ooooo child things are gonna get brighter (2x) Verse
Busy Hell broke loose again Gun a go rise Anyway, anyway BUSY Chorus Inna badman place, place Fools get kick ina face Bad man place, place Real badman
cold, they thought it had fucked me up I got up and itched my butt, I'm like, "what?" Everybody tripped and called me the clown devil boy Child of the
go to jail fo' sending "50" to hell If I lay banks down yayo going down Fatal' will help him write his raps in brown Black Child is Black now, Rule is
Couldn't sit down, big gun kept stickin my pelvis Shit it was either that or be livin wit Elvis Niggas is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X Wanted to
Respecting the blessings given on the commison While my pops is all locked up in prison, I miss him With no child hood tales, I was a daddy at twelve Hell
don't really wanna go, I can tell But I'm gone take you anyway what the hell So come on get on in the ride And let me take you to the other side x2 I
no heaven or hell - dead is dead fuckers And your soul is with God, your mind keeps lurkin the earth Watchin your own murder reoccur [Chorus: repeat 2X
hollow heads Chorus: Nas (repeat 2X) How you like me now? I go blaow It's that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul I might have took your first child
