and take down, With one desperate hit you're building and shaping the hate that you feel. You're scratching out memories you're burning old stories,
Tłumaczenie: Snake Cross The Crown. Nagrywanie Old Stories.
And take down the wall With one desperate hit You're building and shaping The hate that you feel You're scratching out memories You're burning old stories
take care of myself I mustn't let them down now Mustn't let them see me cry I'm fine, I'm fine I'm too tired to listen I'm too old to believe All these childish stories
you've been such a shame you don't put up a fight Thats a game that we play at the end of the night It's the same old story but you never get it right
one chance and it's too good to miss If I gave a lot to ya then I wouldn't exist Greed, lust and angry pride, it's the same old, same old ride The smoke
Tell the story of our past and present situation That old bush just keeps on burning Share the hope for future learning Nobody seems to show they're learning That old
then she tied me to the wall And stuck a funnel in my mouth And force fed me nothing but sauer kraut Until I was twenty-six and a half years old That
state facilities What could I do but sneak, burn a tree, or tobacco leaf Or wait until my time served and get released Cool, back on the streets I seen some old
' your X 5 merkin' Skid marks the street Your heart skips a beat Beef? Nigga overcook that meat Get no sleep, only rest is In between the blink My life story
, my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is old And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold Another nigga deceased, another story
a spatula Married to the game, and you just a bachelor SP and the Mouse in this bitch And I want it quiet as a mouse in this bitch Burn you in your car
wasn't expecting this, that's why ya (Hahaha) Gotta hope for the best and play 'em for the worst, c'mon (Muhfuckers is history) C'mon This the story
thinkin of you, cant stop thinkin of you. Old friend where you headed for now, Old friend where you headed for now, Old friend where you headed for now, Old
what it is to spark Hit a clear the park 20 miles apart Doc is like bad weather reports but i'll walk If your not from the tri-boro, story settled I pack
is to spark Hit a clear the park 20 miles apart Doc is like bad weather reports but I'll walk If your not from the triboro, story settled I pack Gordy
ghetto The ghetto (Funk funky ghetto) Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out Dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouths Old school buddies
