Teksty:
Kill The Young Change The Record

In my bedroom I can hear you We can all hear the flames Lose possession Of your passion We can all hear the flames Well the grass is always greener On

In my bedroom I can hear you We can all hear the flames Lose possession Of your passion We can all hear the flames Well the grass is always greener

line up please All mamis with mind freeze please line up please All bloggers with comments please, I come in peace Let's see if we can kill your amnesia

know there boy Young nigga thats addicted to the Polaroids And i gave these niggas more lines than Corduroy And my bitches be gorgeous boy Showtime i hope you record

live large A big house, 5 cars, you're in charge Comin' up in the world, don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly I remember the days when I was a young

realest label Don't try to act like you don't feel our label 'Cuz we gon' fuck around and kill your label Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records We

reacts Summer tricks, picnic for kids, he gave it back He ain't accept it, grinned and helped the church, clear his debit Wind up helpin' young brothers makin' records

love it when you see it 'cuz it's all real I done seen niggaz lie still and get killed Blood spilled over muh'fuckin' record deals Ain't shit changed

no tellin man (ain't no tellin) You hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh) One time, knockin they hotter with change (with change) They