Teksty:
Broken Bones Killing Fields

Violence of war, a time for mankind to fall You're already dead, you signed the papers you never read In the Killing Fields you have to pay The price

it locked like the late Bob Marley Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's gone Niggaz that got killed in the field

died for ya, Layzie/ I would've died for you, Krayzie/ But the Widow try to play me, play me (7th Sign masterminds. Bizzy The Kid. The Midwest Cowboy.) Bizzy Bone Bone

call this female bad from the head to the motherfuckin' toenails I ain't sprung, I'm just poppin' them facts' baby is a female mack yeahuhmm eyes that kill

of a gangsta But them niggas ain't gangstas Bitch you gotta be big enough To think about bein' a fuckin gangsta Most of them niggas be comin' real Bring it to ya blood field but that nigga got killed

immortal We are the torment that you feel Our journey goes through magic moonlight On a path of broken bones On a path of broken bones We are back, forever

the summer heat When fate struck her to the heart Here lies what is left of her body torn and broken. It happened here today In these golden, peaceful wheat fields

it better In a bloodbath you letta Black soggin, treaty, the ledger Government minted, chedder, promisary and lettered New order, enough to register kill or be killed

came, we saw, we killed the crowd We came, we saw, we killed the crowd We came, we saw, we killed the crowd We came, we saw, we killed the crowd A Field