Fuck You!!!
Fuck You, Fuck You, Fuck You and Fuck Society too. (twice) My kind, My kind, My kind belongs nowhere. (twice)
Traduzione: Blood For Blood. Last Call Fuck You.
a fuckin' friend is, knowwhatI'msayin'? A friend is a nigga that'll be there to squeeze for you Count your cheese for you, whatever Push your Ki's for you
Heavy metal lipstick hairy can't be scary Playboy, what the fuck is the proof without the drama play Nigga, what the fuck you got a gun for, if ya gonna
they soft as they cushion They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in blood Outlawz my blood brothers, I'd die for these thuggs Say hi to this
views, an ya rear-end niggas fearin, for the fact that you havin paper, an you dealin ridin fetti, an a couple of hatas gon catch you when you aint ready
ya, fuckin blood suckers Want me for the gift that you never thought I had I saw your other side, but fuck it I'm mad You say a lot of shit but you never
he wrote some dope shit I want you to check this out man he got it going on you know (I let you guy's use the phone for the last time) check it out
s for every fuckin' time I'm droppin' a shell And that's for every fuckin' time I pop and you yell Mop you in hell, you motherfuckers can't stop us You
s a breeze give me a little please Aristotle I'm not but think of Socrates so are you ready for your lesson blood? democratic non erratic Socratic method
the bunk for the crooks wit' the goals of a angel Eat. Sleep. Fuck Structural droids; more bangs for the buck But they want a last stegosaurs - thorns
Down You Think You Met A Bad Man Walkin You Aint Met A Bad Man Till You Walked Up On Me Hit You With The Glock 2 Times Fuckin Up My Show Shoe Shine
m out Jettin' like I'm dealin' out of state [Emilio Lopez:] You're gettin' stripped for your spot of your game You can't stop me, you can only try to
thing you never fuck with is my blood or my cash nigga [A.D.] You want me to get crunk You want me to pop the trunk You want me to pull out thirty miles
you never fuck with is my blood or my cash nigga [A.D.] You want me to get crunk You want me to pop the trunk You want me to pull out thirty miles burn
pursuin the tactics to rep for you and get back at me but I'm rollin with the army motherfucker you couldn't ask for me and even when I'm outnumbered
baby moms' is callin' for em Askin me where they baby pop at That nigga he at the scene cleanin' my White Sox hat, bitch! I tell em call you back in a
