Freezing, wheezing Got pasted in a bar I hope I've got the number These are finest times of my life This is the greatest time of my life This is the
Traduzione: The Fall. Bill Is Dead.
This Is Africa (Hooray) [Hook] You don't know how hard it is here The streets is tricky in these parts here You don't know how hard this is here The
when blood hit the wall, watch 'em fall, Now dog who ya gonna call? Puttin' niggas in the coffin where they probably better off And Leatherface is not
and bacon and legs If you try to diss that's fine with me Hug this is that fine with you G? Chuckwick Bill is from another dimension Unsatisfied nigga
thru Forty Eight Law Forty Nine is the loophole I use to escape Buy the album; get a $50 dollar rebate, before it's too late 2012 is the bill due date
in Park Hill Pack with the beef cause niggaz won't chill Cats smoked out like chicken on the grill I'm takin this shit way back to Bill Bill in the projects
fall apart Civil rights and natural force will conquer, all and it's right on course They can only offer chaos when the least we have got is love We're
passengers side my words turn the sea red like the eyes of a weed head ya'll peep my led then hide like Easter eggs I ride 'till the beef is dead, caskets
for real We can go check for check or bill for bill, We can go chick for chick or skill for skill, The deal is sealed. Niggaz ain't real as will
from the compound on Capitol Hill Fittin' the bill Tell me what you'd do if i said: I still believe Christ is God And rose from the dead, fillin' your
streets is watchin, The name is warm The product's white, A star is born (Yeah...) Pimpin I'm so fly, If I take this parachute off, I might fall and die
a feather fuck over together, that's forever The only change, they accepted when I got him killed Well they all a time for real over a dollar bill So
') like New York pedestrians Trying not to scuff my Nike Air checks again It's funny how niggaz be the best of friends And fall out over pussy and wanna dead
topic is catastrophic, targets are gunable K-Rino's torture mile is unrunable Time for death, nothing material is worth this wealth The earth itself with soon rebirth itself Can it be? K is
box of pine Cause when I catch up with ya, ya ass is mine The line is drawn word is bond The motherfuckers who crossed it are dead and gone Punk motherfuckers
gon' have a damn funeral next week From the hardest to the softest For me to beat a nigga down is a day at the office See, my appearance is so damn fly
cryin' at the wake And everybody's dressed up in black suits goin' to pay their last respects to the black troop Why'd he have to die Is the question
