[Intro: Killa Sha] Ayo man, come here to tell ya'll one thang man (ya'know?), God do his thang man, (kildren, 2-5, AMK) ya'mean? it's all serious like
Traduzione: Killa Sha. Do My Thang.
to the bones, The bones to the ashes, But I'm not dead, I'm actually in a session with the Pac Keeper, Sha Money, progressing, They don't really want
and Henn dogg I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dogg Nobody told you that I'm loco essay? I lack every sane chemical in my membrane I'm slim sha
see creativity So if I can create, well then I make some money Sha man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid Sha man, just put your
the corse of desperados (United Kingdom to the fullest) Word is bond (Sha-Cronz) Peace to the Gods, UK, Poppa Wu (Recognize) Buddha Monk, Sha-Cronz in
[Intro: Free Murda] Yeah, U.K. United Kingdom, Lil' Free, Sha-Cronz, Tory Popa Wu [Chorus x2: Free Murda (ShaCronz)] Yo, we touch niggas Hush niggas
m in my New York whip International chicks on my New York dick Yeah! I'm on my New York shit See how I kill it with my New York spit Thanks to the boroughs
me In the backwoods of Holly, rehearsin my hobby Shoutout to R.O.C. and State Property I was inside the beast, shoutout to DMP, peace [shoutouts] Killa Khan, Sha
Got A Big Mouth Shut Him, Shut Him Up [Lil Chrome:] I Think Sombody Better Get Him Sombody Call The Docotr Cuz I Think Im Finna Kill Him Run Up All On
uh-O K-E-D Rockin' the whole sha-oh uh-oh It's the C-R double uh-O uh-O K-E-D Rockin the whole sha-oh uh-oh Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh The prolific writer
(feat. Lil B, Lil Sha, Mr. 3-2) [Hook x2] You really, don't wanna fuck with us Nigga, we armed and we dangerous You really, don't wanna fuck with us
Hure flowst ! Kille dich Heckenpenner komme jetzt mit Base ; &' Dann spielst du keine Rolle mehr wie Patrick Swayze ! Eins rauchte ich Shi-Sha ; &' hab
the power in the hand There's no line that I wouldn't cross No divide between me and that Sha la la la la la la yea This opportunity Lose hope Kill everyone
O.) [Intro: Ill Knob] I get mad.. Ah, huh, fuckas Fuck around with them niggas, yo Fuck doing around here, yo God, I fuck you up dunn Fuck you do, nah, nah, kill
about Dre-day I don't rap for Free that's why they fired AJ It's me leaking through your stereo Envy me is a emcee prepare for your burial I kill niggaz
Marcy I stay strapped like car seats Been bangin since my lil nigga Rob got killed for his Barkley's That's 10 years I told Pooh in 95' I'd kill you if
