erect monuments to history And give apologies to the dead. All that was fought for the living Is quickly forgotten. We don't remember the dates, We don't
monuments to history and give apologies to the dead. All that was fought for the living is quickly forgotten. We don't remember the dates, we don't remember
monuments to history And give apologies to the dead. All that was fought for the living Is quickly forgotten. We don't remember the dates, We don't remember
Traduzione: Against Me!. Non Y'all Want a Step To Dis.
again 'Til I spit again, folks wait for me to drop some shit again Some styles are so unnecessary like ritalin And when they lost faith in they own raps they bit again Y'all
s A Boy-Girl Revolution Of Wich You Should Be Aware You Can't Dis Me It Ain't Worth It B You Put Yourself Down And You Don't Even See Cause I Don't Play
And fillin' up snoop M-U-T's Breakin' new lives down to their goddamn knees Don't like it ?this suit me bro'? cause I makes up my duty hoe To dis you
dis to count you up in the street You couldn't fade me, yo I'm crazy if you caught me in my sleeping then Daze me and amaze me that you're Rip for tryin
Rhyme Syndicate dis] Pump, y'all A riot pump, y'all Riot pump, y'all Pump it up, y'all A riot pump, y'all Pump it up, y'all Pass me my riot pump [Trouble
y'all (break y'all, YEAH) To the break y'all (break y'all, MAYBE) To the break y'all (break y'all, NAHHH) To the break y'all (break y'all, check it
got all day if y'all wanna learn the hard way Show y'all how a thunder god plays To sum it up, I'll Kill you I don't blame you for being wack I blame
fist is an eyeful Dice is raw, there ain't no mistakin' Me against y'all is like Santa against Satan When I say y'all, I mean y'all suckas that be rappin
way Carry AK spray two the midday two nine double M y'all Date two nine double in y'all, if all fall Oppurtunity call for a kill 'em kill 'em all Come
G's, Nigga please, don't try to step because if ya do, then a pill cap is all that would be left see, young Niggaz like me, will break ya off somethin
I can win And I don't care if you don't wanna be my friend And if the pound get mad and they wanna step in Come on y'all, step right in...bitch [CHORUS
Pound in the house [Verse One: Dogg Pound] Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother What you wanna do end up dead motherfucker I don't know