You have no conceptions of what the word hate really means. Spreading shit all over. This world. With unfounded dogmas. No (way we'll have it). You want
Tłumaczenie: A Perfect Murder. Krzyż Burning.
Vision slightly off, they keeping one with the froth Learning pussy, john protection, court minister, three six zeros Spillin treble, a bow and arrow in hands of a crossed
Verse One: I saw the rod-eye cross and murder circle above my turret Slither spiraling banister down a hide My ruby glass glazed specs staple to trade
bullets burn your six pack, motherfuckers Get jacked, motherfucker, when you come to Compton Get a mack, motherfucker, when you come to Compton I walk through Times Square holdin' my Johnson A cross
motherfuckers get jacked motherfucker when you come to compton get a mack motherfucker when you come to compton i walk through times square holdin my johnson a cross style make a jada make a
for life, fuck a suit and a tie Cuz I'll know I made a difference on the day that I die Aiyyo, I b-boy for life so fuck a suit and a tie [Double K]
for good like storage My formula's more of a sure thing than a whore It's: Shorten your life-span with a verse and a chorus I'm certain to floor kids
I reach about a million Talkin billions with Brazilions I got this funny feeling that I'm gone be filthy rich And I'm gone marry money cuz money's a faithful
exist and its place was occupied by instinct - a formidable weapon, leading to death... Monsters possessed this weapon, whose horror was later called Hell, and there was no a
get jacked motherfucker when you come to compton get a mack motherfucker when you come to compton i walk through times square holdin my johnson a cross style make a jada make a
a thousand deaths? I have And in the morrow stood a thousand steps from where my nourish laughed And made a boat at, nomad, I roam in a social coma Jones
yourself a little quicker fast, and if ya thought you'd get caught up in a wrath No place to go stash what he left for me Burner, hot incinerator, gotta
defecate on loose-leaf A ghetto legend came out the womb at 11 With the face of a felon, but a face like a meteor hit him A Detroit icon! With a stomach
