? But if my hands are the color of blood Then, I can tell ya sure I can tell ya Love kills Love Kills Love kills Love Kills Do you wanna hear
Traduzione: The Clash. Love Kills.
[Intro: 9th Prince] Let's get this money... [9th Prince:] Clash of the Titans, when I write I paint a better picture than James Patterson or James Baldwin
Lab Dem Die Bad, Yuh Ah Nuh Real Gangsta Yuh A Try Bad, Yuh Have -man Bredda Yuh Soon Try Fag, Ah Bowers, Pan Face Like p- Yuh Ah Try Pad, Kill Yuh More
me Nigga never leave the house without packin a gun And that's real leave it for the dollar bill Niggas'll holler a??Kill Killa?? then start flexin When
the block up Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers Pass the vodka, listen, don't ever mention Dash or Hoffa It's a Harlem thing dog, you'll clash
[Intro] Yea, yea Can-I-Bus, Mic Club (Nothin' to prove it's all love) [Canibus] I bust through like Sputnik 2 This is man's best friend, whoopty-woo
truth spark a light or 2, sharp like knife in u. kill em on a riddim no they cant what I can do bars like bicycles, beats I'm riding thru , clash me son
work Da Band We work on P.D.'s nerves Man we probly gon clash when he hear these words But fuck it, I love that nigga, he the reason we hurr If it wasn
t clash Tash will have your fiance' with her titties on the glass Like a drug store mix representin' with the style Throwin' up the "W" for all my peeps in Killa
mics Will power kills sour grapes with a skill shower Pair of Nikes will clarify and verify you're terrified Hazardously slash an MC laced up in a clash
up the fuckin knife! [Hook] - 2x We gonna, BREAK! - (BREAK!) MASH! - (MASH!) BRAWL! - (BRAWL! CLASH! - (CLASH!) Fight up in them clubs, got no love for
fathers will be free at last This is love, and not treason This is love, and not treason This is love, and not treason This is love, and not treason
west side get the last pull Don't make me blow that dust off of my 6'4 Brown paper bag with a bottle full of cristal Compton monster sold out concerts Killed
's ass, Lyrical addicts, murder mics like a savage And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos Transactions, C-notes for the kilos 'Bout our money, killa bees love
Rancho Ovulate. Freely kill him, make it wrong. Bill has brought me deep in idyll. (idyll / anal) Billy Slim reminds me of someone. I'm sick of being Mother Love
