at the world So sorry of your fate I'll keep on pushing Cause there's so much more to see Don't wanna be rich I just wanna be happy I'm still young,
That we've got You've go to kill your young And to rest in peace from everything you've got You've got to kill your young (Thanks to farah for these
bitter at the world, so sorry of your fate I'll keep on pushing cause theres so much more to see dont wanna be rich, I just wanna be happy I'm still young
we've got You've go to kill your young And to rest in peace from everything you've got You've got to kill your young (Thanks to farah for these lyrics
Traduzione: Kill The Young. Kill Your Young.
Traduzione: Giovani Punx, il. La tua musica mi sta uccidendo.
splatters, eatin' up yo shit The loom-loon-loom got your windshield in your face, bitch You can't fuck with a criminal I fill your shit with holes then send your ass to your
Nice] So what's up? I hear you've been lookin for the Nice But now I'm here, standin clear in your sight or your vision, I only recommend to your visual
is a must Adjust, your hustler state of mind for you blow up Succes, wins along this hatred and envy The games people play when your pockets lookin empty
ya head off to this fuckin up your memory I'll shake your cradle and rock your boat Buck 50 your face then butter your throat It don't matter where you
You dig Big H.A.W.K., H-A-W-K Screwed Up Click for life, the five star general You got that big homie, Ghetto Dreams anywho This your young B-Gizzle,
came to get down and You better be dressed to kill You better be dressed to kill You better be dressed to kill So purge your mind, so stand in line So purge your
it down now! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] Chillin' on the block, on the avenue Shootin' a lil' dice, sippin' on some brew Turned around and seen this fine young
trying to kill our own kind By fuckin' each other with out protection Just fuckin' ... and lack of selection 'Cause sex is alive in both young and old
silhouette" How will this story end for poor Jeanette Had enough of your complications - Young And Wild Give some room to imagination We will be to your satisfaction - Young
Here we go fools And it's on once again for young and old Because you stole the farmboy's time Cuz if you find me on the trippy hip hop Like I said before
CD's and tapes Each one, teach one and keep away the face, hey Fuck what I make with your mental hate And all that salt that you shake Watch the young