It sounds dead. To court Our love He smashes the keys with the bone and blood The sun scratches at his window He's tied to the songs A bag of blood He
yeah!) Pink tarantula! 1, 2, 3, go! When you wake up in the morning the rising sun shines through its frosted veil. We'll always lay together dreaming of other
And every soldier's face is burnt, and it's a mask of withered flesh. And their hands have turned to rifles now, and they kill everything and anything
Pressure, down on you, down on me, no man ask for Under pressure, burns a building down Family in two Puts people on the streets It's the terror of
make up mayne) Fuck on the couch (on the couch) BIATCH! BIATCH! [Verse 1:] UHHH! My main batch in the front yard finna fight my other batch Try'na grab each other by each other
my brother! [Kid Ice] The 1990's, the decade of disease It seems like we're trying to kill our own kind By fuckin' each other with out protection Just
stress is through But that's a dream, though it seems like reality; there'll never be peace long as there's fiends on these Cali streets Even on the other side brothers
(feat. Notorious B.I.G.) When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted Move over Lucifer,
they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in blood Outlawz my blood brothers, I'd die for these
and my family too State of myself my grind and my family crew Where one hand watches the other No we ain't blood But we still real brothers The struggle
for operator assistance... oh, ok hold on please stay on the line Which one? I push 1 thank you for using Pacific Bell no problem bitch oh, what's up blood
("Peace") [continues throughout the song] [VERSE 1: Bret E.B.] World, wake up, can't you see what's goin on We all live in sin and say the other man
blood One life You got to do what you should One life With each other My sisters and my brothers One life But we're not the same We got to Carry each other
Never wanna be hear a probably, I wanna see or hear a "Yes sir, sir" YES SIR! Armed with a tone, cross, sword to the bone Warn the other brothers that
this day Now let us set out with our troops Oh, yes, I long to pave their streets in blood And ebb and flow with waves of gore Long have we waited for
succumb To sand scoured days Cadavers that fester Like rotted fruit on the vine This is not Hell This is a place like any other brother The sins of God
killin each other Now I don't know if that's the reason or not But I know I'm sick of seein young brothers in the hood gettin shot As the blood flows
