but here A delinquency in your honesty Blood was shed to pave your way two thousand years and nothing changed So just stay there play dead longer and
Prevod: December. Lay Dead.
they learn? Where do they go? God only knows Stay wide awake Better try to stay wide awake Or you might end up found dead by the lake Soon as you lay
[Monoxide Child] First I plan my escape. Nothin on papes and live the scene without a trace. I'm lookin dead in her face. But she dont see me Im unoticed
flags Down to half-mast For again the world has taken a turn for the worse He's gone, he is dead Six feet of earth upon his head Now lay your wreaths
battle you 50 deep Solo artist shocker dead beat Derelicts on the loose Wylin' like thugs outta prison with slugs While y'all start screaming Like grasses in a submission (Lay
When the playa from the pointe didn't have no flow A nigga hit me for my tennis shoes, walkin' to the sto' Caught a nigga slippin', but now I lay it
dick licking when I bury ya Verse 2 (Mac) If its my fast life, then hit breaks and slow me down God Cause uptown many dead bodies was found God On this
(Monoxide Child) First I plan my escape Nothing on papes and leave the scene without a trace I'm looking dead in her face But she don't see me I'm unnoticed
So be careful what you do or the slugs might come to you As long as I can remember, the streets have kept me safe And ever since that time in December
not a threat, it?s a promise, yeah Who be the mahogany, mami? The slanted eyes Hold it down, boogie Fox, you bitch niggaz strip You web niggaz dead
marcus?snitch black wall street c. e. o. mother fuckas! hurricanes in stores december 26th stop snitchin stop lyin the dvd in stores december 6th it?
girl go bad, I'm high off a motherfucker I read my diary, mind play tricks And traveled the world with a nigga named Bushwick Lost a member back in December
see Revenge is being wrought By Custer's 7th Cavalry Then smoke hung over the canyon On that cold December day All was death and dying Around where Big Foot lay
thang Yall remember, how we got in this game We was all in the same But it came to fame and thangs changed, thangs changed [Verse 2] What up Lay? Hope
...Murder Murder Murder, Murder, Mur...Murder Murder First I plan my escape Nothing on papes and leave the scene without a trace I'm lookin' dead in her
Marcus-snitch Black Wall Street C. E. O. Mother Fuckas! Hurricanes In Stores December 26th Stop Snitchin Stop Lyin The Dvd In Stores December 6th
