feel I'm fitting in And I have longed to feel this way To be alive again I came back, back Back to, life I came back, back Back to, life I came back
I came back, I came back I came back, back, back to life I came back, back, back to life I came back, back, back to life I came back, back, back to life
Traduzione: Rock Kills Kid. Back To Life.
show my picture for the crimes of another guy Now how's that for the life of a big shot A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot I play them nuttin
s a suicidal success Jealous of you? You're 5'2", low IQ My words strike you, and any motherfucker that likes you "It's coming, Seamus!" And that's how you strike back
life let it love you back) [Acey talking as background repeats] Yeah, what's really goin on? Yeah, Aceyalone Ha, yeah love life let it love you back
the Father says, "Roll back the stone bring him to the thrown, Yea, cause where He laid his heart is his home" check the milli-ons, higher than "killi
boost back in 92' like you had in juice yalll are fuckin fools, sing like doctor seuss but boost need a deuce, you just produce rock that auto-tuner
we come down roughneck and wicked rock all night rip up the mic now we take you over to Kid Capri up in the park Come Down Kid Capri [Kid Capri] Ladies
B-R There lived a jealous kid that was mislead by anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead (He said) Me and you are gonna push this rock Once we kill Rob
like A Wolf, Where's the Beef? [Gift of Gab] Beef eater gin, in-toxicant, men-tal Alternate, end-ings, opposite trend Zen Copperfield, pen bend, topple and kill
:] Six in the morning, back on the block With a big black glock, and a pack full of rocks Back on top, out of the FED's Outlaw nigga, back getting his
it Freezer [Freeway] I'm 'bout to rip it straight from the rip Body every beat the scriptures to me that we close to the end Listen, Kill 'em with the
fucking home Get out my war zone! and I'll leave you hit down all alone I attack, that Killa Bee's chopping with an axe [Dutch Masta Killa] Fuck, it'
[Buddha Monk:] In the heat of the night, I grab mics or bust guns right Take a life, never think about killing a nigga twice It's the thug life, who
Ground Music! Flipmode! Aftermath! Here we go! (REMIX! REMIX! REMIX!) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Real talk word to mother it be the gutter brother Back
Ground Music! Flipmode! Aftermath! Here we go! (Remix! Remix! Remix!) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Real talk word to mother it be the gutter brother Back
