you You are the one, the one I need To make my dreams come true Oh, you should know, I love you so And I can't go on without you You are the one, the
Traduzione: Macellazione. You Are The One.
rhymes are weak and unstable Compared to me you're just crumbs on the table You must think, before you even get soup I'll put you on the corner and sell you
y'all are just visitors Just get busy And snap your neck back and forth till you get busy And tell your mother, tell your brother and tell your Aunt Lizzy And you know you
life, cause thug niggaz don't die [Big Syke] No one knows what the, future holds, but you Haha.. listen close They say reach in yo' heart and you'll
; they slaughter all lords, On the souls of the faithful, faithless demons gorge A curse upon you, all you deserve, All seem to think they are on The
] You thug it out, cut it out You fuck around we gon' slug it out, club it out You playin' games we gon' shut you out So now you know what we about Pimp
, and get head rushed The number one gangsta you can't touch or bust So steppin is the wrong that you gots to come against me You best to do a driveby
to murderous asses like you May you sleep soundly Once we have laughter, you got what you're after Oh, you wear it well Bells are gonna ring Birds are
, remedies and memories are fallacies I think I know too much! you don't know shit! I think I know too much! you don't know shit! I was born into the
the heartache wretched condition My intuition felt you slip up You tripped alone what are you aiming for? Or do you sus tries to classify your genus,
lick me and leave a hickie" I stick instead of tricking bread in this chickenheads One look and said I ain't shit in bed, she must be licking lead You
Better Know That Im Coming With A Hit, And Im Diffrent So You Hear Something When I Spit, One Bar Makes Your Girl Start Rubbing On Her Clit, Next Fing You
[Verse One: Akinyele] I swing swords like musketeers, the gun blaze Lay you down like wave, when you brushin your hair I don't care who you are and get
fuck you niggas sick of me No matter what the fuck you faggotts do You can't get rid of me. [Ali] Peace, to my cousin Trife, up next The one and only
acquired are put to the test The tearing of flesh and the pulping of bone! He's coming SLAUGHTER! It's late and it's dark but one walks the streets
you bleed and you are raw to the bone GRIND head down tails up define your status SLAVE til your wallet is full and your soul is gone sheep like you need a slaughter