just a hit or miss all the time, just a hit or miss sometimes you take a swing and miss a swing and a miss well sometimes, we take a swing and hit! Now
hit or miss Well, all the time, just a hit or miss Sometimes you take a swing and miss We take a swing and miss Well, sometimes we take a swing and hit
Traduzione: Down By Law. Hit Or Miss.
why they fuckin wit the wrong nigga, y'know? It's like.. Why you fuckin wit the wrong nigga.. I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers Learned my
from house to house You don't have to pay the usual admission If you're a cook, a waiter or a good musician So if you happen to be just passin' by Stop
ain't a thing sweet about me I earn my respect, and I was born to wreck Spit techs, by your rockets threw jets Who's next, to get hit by firepower that
John) [Lateef The Truth Speaker - Verse One] When you first walked in and I saw you at the bar or somethin' I ain't really wanna holler or nothin' I
Supplied by the earth denied by the law I can think of more criminals they should be looking for, supplied by the earth denied by the law I can think
weed spot I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lambsbread Little Gotti got the shotty to your body So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas
stop my gold shine or luster I'm telepathic call my squad in til Armageddon I know you couldn't stop the revolution..or the polution And gettin' busy
thugs, my warriors, my survivors out there It's Fiend excited private wit' C-muthafuckin' Murder, Q.B., Gotti, and Mr. Magic When we hit 'em we hit '
we still trapped in the square City light, got me buggin and trife Some die by the gun, some die by the knife It's alright, like a game of spades I'm
me low down - where I'm from Shot first, I can't miss with a chopper with a drum I'm shootin' ta kill - no wheel chairs or shit bags I shoot you in places
a honey starts Buggin steady tuggin on my body like a care bear I think ya best to break it down yo let me hear yall.. [Chorus x2] When me and shorty got down
can delete constipation [all] Jurassic, 5, MC's And we got the cure for this rap disease So come on everybody let's all get down Cause I'm down by law
he wasn't tellin' jokes I pictured money, cars and women than my mind went DAMN! What's my first assignment? [Chorus:] Shoot 'em down shoot 'em down Commit murder for the cash Place his body in the ground Friend or
was in for a fight The right his his jaw, he fell on the floor The kid I hit with the brick before said "Don't hit him anymore" I put my brick down,
hustlin like illegal Soon as you get it, hot SKIRT, like for them people Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto' End up in Miss Taylor backyard
