rock, ain't afraid to roll, you know that the concrete Will crack your skull, I'm trying to make about a thousand o's So let's go. you know that we rock
rock, ain't afraid to roll, you know that the concrete will crack your skull, i'm trying to make about a thousand o's so let's go. you know that we rock
Traduzione: E-Town Concrete. Lets Go.
fuck the police all day [Tito B:] Shake em up(shake em up) take em before I throw em out Go all out(go all out) that's wen we gamble man without a doubt
Das EFX, miss jones] Aiyo (yo), whut go around, no doubt come around Comes around, comes around Das EFX we goin out, so yo bust the way it's comin down
let's get it crack-a-latin in this bitch.. Uhh.. nigga nigga.. y'know (y'know) y'know! Uhh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in this motherfucker (Ice Cube and E-
) See they talking like they killas, but where they (straps at) This the Dirty South boy, what you know about that [E.S.G.] Out the Superbowl city dog, yep ya boy E.S
se dico "mo' e !" e il fato dice "non e" devo fermare tutto per capire com'e focalizzato, concreto, perche ho fatto collezione di "potevo" "volevo" tanto che non e
Syndicate's in the house, let's get radical Bum rush the show and grab the mic Syndicate's chilllin out tonight They let me loose and now it's war ( ? )
winter, it's still 89 degrees (That's right) We's die hard, pullin job nigga's hall cards Best to check our records cos we's smack ???? ???? (That's right
you're getting done Like a hooker, don't try to soul, crumb The first sign of the battle you little fake It's (???) comin out ya kitchen sink Your Mic's
what's coming at him... See, Point Blank's kicking reality... S.P.C. can't go wrong... Yo, Blank, I know you did wrong, brotha... Sometimes you gotta go
to know that it's no lee-way, and the tables are turned, go DJ So you know what that blindfold's for That bloodshed's a secret, let's keep it behind closed
with that plex, these niggaz gon start dying Ain't even much tripping, that's the way that we shine It's H-Town Screw house, and them boys from S.L.A
no mo' haters, we already got enough Get the fuck out our city, before you end up in the dust [Z-Ro] H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S We got Crips and Bloods
of E and it ain't enough left for me to be pourin it out for the next motherfucker resting in peace I love my homies and G's, but it's EBK when the trigger
or die Riffles and .45's 17-shot 9's Right up between your eyes Niggas is gon die Niggas come from the pound Hummers and S-S's Born to be a killer Fill
mathematical Syndicate's in the house, let's get radical Bum rush the show and grab the mic Syndicate's chilllin out tonight They let me loose and now it's war ( ? ) let
