Teksty:
Slaughter Can We Find A Way

know it comes from above Can we find a way to shine an inner light Can we find a way to make it work out right Can we find a way to let it shine, let

and lend a helpin' hand Now what we gone do We came to stack them bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti I said we came to stack them bodies, killin

the A-R 15, Bentley or six We taking trips to Morocco just to tan We smoke weed in restaurants in Amsterdam I was worth a hundred grams, now I'm worth a

a bubble on the double I am trouble in the flesh, you can't see me with the Hubble We ain't wishin these niggaz good luck, go get a clover This Bun B,

load a, nigga ashtray Everytime he smile, he can turn the night to day You can open up the pop, and let the smoke come out We don't give a damn, bout

a 20 sided die Once we were not found divine, must roll for soul The worst is drownin in the moat we're bringin on the antidote Underneath the cloak of night Without a

commisar's daughter We could meet at the zoo where the tiger roams In a prison of steel He reminds me so much of the way I feel And we know that we

I'm a drama setter I'll be the first to set it, homie You can bet it, just don't get in the way Of my cheddar, man, 'cause I'm a drama setter I don'

that Dillinger shit In the A-R 15, Bentley or Six We taking trips to Morocco just to tan We smoke weed in restaurants in Amsterdam I was worth a hundred