short Fake down to your mind and appearance You will fall short of the dreams to destroy In time you will find yourself trapped in a corner These four
Traduzione: Morte. Intrappolato in un angolo.
short. Fake down to your mind and appearance You will fall short of the dreams to destroy In time you will find yourself trapped in a corner These four
man, like steel sharpens steel The threat of a war is real Where my soldiers for the battlefield? And as the days of the two-oh approach I drop a seed
Be Down" conference with a laminate, that said "I Got Shitted-On By Canibus"" "Turn ya' head round gimmie the cheddar, I'd rather be a lion for a day than a
[Vast Aire] Metallic wing pigeon. . . Cannibal Ox. . . Birds of the same feather flock together Congested on a majestic street corner That's a short
wave of chaos (chaos, chaos) We will arise (arise) ...again! Without me knowing got 'em trapped in the corner I fed 'em with a bit of me (a bit of me
On the dick swingin, and straight gatherin Enter da info, cause yo what you're in fo' Is a crazy day, strapped in a pimp mode Trapped like a prophet,
of burning flesh A hundred angry bullets, penetrate my chest Sweet death long awaited, I hang as a monument A warning simply stated for a people that
dat Duppy violate an yuh run inna yuh death trap Yow when we corner dem Di stinga a go dismantle all a dem Den we gone again [Verse 1:] Dis a nuh KFC
hate us, they can hound us we won't even care 'cause we'll feel like Bonnie and Clyde. One day they may corner us like rats in a trap, but can anybody
back get back boy it's a set back, Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall into a death trap. Them boys pussy, born without a backbone, And if you strapped
I'm still counting the blessings I rock a vest for protecting and rock a nigga to sleep with a smith & wesson a little gat have a big nigga undressing
21 But see me? I made up my mind a long time ago that I'd never fall into that system I'm a hustle till I get enough, then I'm a get out But you know
a big booty bitch, body built for strippin Got a big body chevy, beat bangin what grippin Keep a strap on my lap, cuz yall niggas be trippin Taps on my trap
a zoo called america, Trapped in a cage called the hood Where they got me actin like a beast I'm bailin wit my khaki's creased Ain't gots to pack a piece
facin life in jail Petro, scared to death Checked my gun, not one bullet left What good is a pistol without no slugs? I'm like a fiend with a pipe but
die, fuck a prayer Dragon slayer, organ donor, a nigga that's quick to bone ya Black pitched walkin and talkin and spittin and breathe with a moaner Lightin a
