but here A delinquency in your honesty Blood was shed to pave your way two thousand years and nothing changed So just stay there play dead longer and
Traduzione: Dicembre. Lay Dead.
battle you 50 deep Solo artist shocker dead beat Derelicts on the loose Wylin' like thugs outta prison with slugs While y'all start screaming Like grasses in a submission (Lay
dancin to quite a different drum beat [Chorus] [Verse 3:] But I'd tried to stay wide awake Cause you might be found dead by the lake Soon as you lay
a promise, yeah [Verse One: Foxy Brown] Who be the, mahogany, mami, the slanted eyes hold it down, Boogie Fox, you bitch niggaz strip You web niggaz dead
Marcus-snitch Black Wall Street C. E. O. Mother Fuckas! Hurricanes In Stores December 26th Stop Snitchin Stop Lyin The Dvd In Stores December 6th
bad I'm high off a motherfucker! I read my diary mind play tricks And travelled the world with a nigga named Bushwick Lost a memeber back in December
So be careful what you do Or the slugs might come to you As long as I can remeber, the streets have kept me safe And ever since that time in December,
dick licking when I bury ya [Verse 2: Mac] If its my fast life, then hit breaks and slow me down God Cause uptown many dead bodies was found God On
that was a everyday thang Yall remember, how we got in this game We was all in the same But in came the fame and thangs changed, thangs changed [Verse 2] What up Lay
To shoot a mothafucka in the face if he fuck with me A.C. is the name you should remember Cause I can make it hot as fuck in the middle of December... [
Bentleys, ice drippin off the jewels daily Ja the one, what, y'all don't hear me? Nigga, y'all remember, CMC 95 December Fine women, illegal tender, such
When the playa from the Pointe didn't have no flow A nigga hit me for my tennis shoes, walkin to the sto' Caught a nigga slippin, but now I lay it to
[Monoxide Child] First I plan my escape. Nothin on papes and live the scene without a trace. I'm lookin dead in her face. But she dont see me Im unoticed
Lower the flags Down to half mast For again the world has taken a turn for the worse He's gone, he's dead Six feet of earth upon his head Now lay your
Murder, Mur:Murder Murder Murder, Murder, Mur:Murder Murder First I plan my escape Nothing on papes and leave the scene without a trace I'm lookin' dead
...Murder Murder Murder, Murder, Mur...Murder Murder First I plan my escape Nothing on papes and leave the scene without a trace I'm lookin' dead in her
