got 20 years to pass away. RIGHT NOW ?I know my son, let me carry you.? ?I know my son, let me carry you.? You?re thinking that?s the price you pay. You
away. RIGHT NOW a??I know my son, let me carry you.a?? a??I know my son, let me carry you.a?? You're thinking that's the price you pay. You took it
Traduzione: Letter Kills. Carry You.
per session You lazy and you wanna be the best? You crazy! Poet Laureate is reserved for the name G My lyricism amplifies every letter written +Rip the
, if you getting this letter, Im dead, Im sorry if you getting this letter, Wait, Im sorry I didn't live a little better My own selfish will wouldn't send you
yo... Ow! Motherfucker, sneakin in your backyard ?? Wit your daughter, naked, ha ha What you know about it, what you know about it [Redman] Yo, why you
born With instincts to kill, a grave mentality Over the edge and you say you want to battle me? At your own risk, approach and be hosted And in the end you
began I met the devil by the deep blue sea And I watched from my truck As you collapsed on the beach I picked you up then helped you to sleep And when
Motherfucker, sneakin in your backyard ?? Wit your daughter, naked, ha ha What you know about it, what you know about it [Redman] Yo, why you buggin?
bring myself to pray I get down on my knees Cause you will always be six feet under me [Verse One] Frank, I'm sorry you didn't get to see your cell phone
Assason (Killa Sin)] Yo, uh-huh, Nah, nah, nah, you know how to feel the deal baby? We gon' strike (Killarm' '9-9, 2000) [Chorus: P.R. Terrorist (Killa
to O.D.) let me procede I'm that O.G., you're not in my league (you know my steez) I put the smackdown, on you killer clown M.C.'s [Method Man] (Streetlife
man to carry on, carry on carry on" - sample repeated throughout intro Mister education, I'm on my way, let's go, uh huh Ask yourself, if you was me,
it (get it get it) Hey you got they heads bobbin' & everythang nigga but what I really want to hear from you (Get it got it) is some of that jingle shit you
up the letters signed From my black knight who thrills me? If love doesn't kill me I'll be lonely as a king with everything Wild as a flower True love carries
up attack you Then I backslap you, yeah, ya niggas get flipped Son, I've never been a punk faggot ass idiot Get snatched in all letters, Puerto Rican
can't bring myself to pray I get down on my knees 'Cause you will always be six feet under me Frank, I'm sorry you didn't get to see Your cell phone
And I can't forget to mention Carrie But that situation quickly got scary 'Cause after 2 days she's like let's get married Can you believe that shit?
