better You got blood on your hands Can you hear me? We don't wanna listen it's a waste of time Are you for real? You got blood on your hands Can we be
You got blood on your hands Can you hear me? We don't wanna listen it's a waste of time Are you for real? You got blood on your hands Can we be set
You got blood on your hands Can you hear me? We don't wanna listen it's a waste of time Are you for real? You got blood on your hands Can we be set free
Traduzione: The Living End. Blood On Your Hands.
on them hogs Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome Free Tupac, is all
on them hogs Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom waitin on the outcome Free Tupac, is all that
, nobody violates the Don I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone Why perpetrate like you can handle my team? So merciless that my attack'll take command of your
I'm on the edge, so don't push me I aim straight for your head, so don't push me Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me I got somethin' for your
, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo [Beretta 9:] Ninja Gaiden, Iron Maiden, out to murder Satan Dart gets smart, just before my heart, Blood for Blood Red Dawn, it's on
limbs die quickly fiendish cannibals deceased live again this is the act of ones who had possessed normal lives may these bullets end our lives before
. Hands down. It's over. This is the end of everything. And sure as hell i?m taking you with it. I rather die with blood on my hands, if my conscious
how to live on without. Your fingers burn their prints on my skin. But, greedy hands can't grope their way into my Mind. No more (permament sears) with your
team repeatedly laid his ass flat As he laid on his back Girl rushed to his side picked him up off the floor put him on her lap Got blood on her dress
head spinnin like dem 24 inch wheels Ridin to Suga Hill bangin shook ones On the westside highway, hand on the steel If I like your chain then blood
you as cold hands reap the pain they've sewn you've taken the last of me blame the end on yourself you deserve each tear that falls scratch out your eyes the blood
engulfs you As cold hands reap the pain they?ve sewn You?ve taken the last of me Blame the end on yourself You deserve each tear that falls Scratch out your eyes The blood
whom he lands on weather the sinkin sand storms until you realize there's no other God worth taking a chance on We keep our hands on the plow breaking
and only one will take your soul I've been to the grave I've seen my life end Of my own free will Death by my own hand my blood has been shed My soul