Traduzione: Mentalmente Ucciso. Guarda Yo Mouth.
all just a game I'd like to introduce you to yourself And I'm overly concerned that you're falling apart Oh, there is a way, to see things clearly today With zero mentality
Got a big leather suitcase, all I own's inside Seems I've been walkin' for days, can't even bum a ride Try steppin' to a tune, with the rhythm of a walkin
s the burial ground sound, Dunn! It's real out here Staten Island puttin chills in y'all niggaz Forever in it.. yo My devastatin hot '97 Mentality Keep
Yo, it's the burial ground sound, Dunn It's real out here Staten Island puttin' chills in y'all niggaz Forever in it, yo My devastatin' hot '97 Mentality
breakin' these bitches and lettin' these hoes come out draws Man you challenged my dignity when you thought about killin' me Fucked me up mentally and
ya fallin' when around Check the sound - we puttin' down on CD's and tapes Each one, teach one and keep away the face, hey Fuck what I make with your mental
you scream, when you fry? I don't fear death My only fear of death is comin back, reincarnated This is dedicated to Mental, R.I.P. And Big Kill, R.I.
try to see that it's a million motherfuckers stressin just like me Only God can judge me [Chorus w/ variations] [Interlude: 2Pac] That which does not kill
But don't fall asleep Don't fall to sleep You can get ya cash on Pictures of penny Sippin' my glass full of henny Hands on my semi- Automatic kill for
de vos conseils ne fait mes courses Certains te parle comme s'ils avaient leurs tickets pour le Firdahous C'est « born to kill », mental Stanley "Tookie
time walked the line burning through the pages of my life cuz i cant help myself decide if i wasnt to live or die try to understand why i'm killing myself
the mental picture Strikin the weak like a pitcher To come against me you gotta be drinkin courage by the pitcher I kill your lecture and especially
holla at my homies (Ohhhhhhhhh) And when I hit the block I still, will kill! And I dont want, nigga but I will If I got to, kill! If niggas get to fuckin
knows that a trash can is the only way to package you Find you with a twelve gauge on Pennsylvania Avenue My mental state'll test your mental to the
lyrical matrix form parabolic to oblique while Beyonder, this kid be reversing polarities You see your shit's overplayed, like mental physical vocabulary
floor, hot tub everyday I know it be this way, cause I make a lot of pay I smoke a lot of hay, tune up mentally Gentally, grab a pen and kill the enemy
west coast shit Especially when other niggaz tryin to work in this bitch I paid my dues to the fullest, worked to god damn hard For you too kill the