but speaking through their eyes Walking to the bus stop where the court of judges wait To sentence her to live her life Like she should always be ashamed
speaking through their eyes Walking to the bus stop where the court of judges wait To sentence her to live her life Like she should always be ashamed
Traduzione: No Use For A Name. There Will Be Revenge.
s peers (haha) I shoplift a rapper for his "Number 1 Spot" Trespass for the cash and stack up a whole knot And then I mash on the gas, gotta go, here
Then go get a undercover brother he can chill with Find a nigga that be hustlin to make a deal with But the streets will hold court for him and'll deal
Go 'head, and try to play me I do you like I was Amy Fisher Smokin a Swisher like I wish a bitch would Listen and use your vision cause livin in this -
see a new day a major problem can be solved in heaven but son, it ain't no fun to be chased on the run the baldest baby take a stand so you won't fear
without laying blame History's made a name of stories so I will call it as I see it I see fit to record it so the truth cannot be distorted But I must
today So I sent him back to bed and there he'll stay But I, my dear, will cater to your needs For you I will be the hand, the hand that feeds" Abigail
to consume And my structures emote a lyrical heirloom Vacally pulsating, I initiate gyrating Ya must respond to my bells, there's no waiting For the duration, there's no articulation Receiving ovation for
on moving to the door groove Shot a ghost in the back to the old school Back for revenge like a terror somebody drop a dime or ran, a cop said I dare
leng so much, go army and be a soldier I don't care what that badman told you, You can be a badman with out a revolver Chorus (Breeze/Flowdan) He's a
Shyna] There's no me, without Screw I can't be, (without Screw) Don't you know that I will never be, without Screw I can't be, without Screw [DJ Screw
on this bitch like a spa massage we all know your last name is what got you a job you use to put together gimmicks something like a collage since you
Doin' crime for a dime wasn't my intention You insane think his name sumin' I will mention Only snitches need someone to tell A lot a niggas in the
consume And my structures emote a lyrical heirloom Vacally pulsating, I initiate gyrating Ya must respond to my bells, there's no waiting For the duration, there's no articulation Receiving ovation for