view in the mirror of Black America Tell me who's killing who? Black America tell me, who's killing who? killing me, killing you, killing you (5X)
Prevod: Samo K. Kdo je Killing Kdo?.
-wastin, penetratin and elevatin, believe us who stay for the real waitin [Chorus] (X2) [Verse 3: Wish Bone] (Oh) Now it's a miracle, you know that Bone's
blood they layin in, what, what? The rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth It's more than
kal?m (No stop Choppers are in the air, Let's hunt enemies) Akal?m, haydi bu battle'? kazanal?m (Let's go, let's win this battle) (We started in the Midwest
, risky business They turn snitches Break down and have the Po-Po's at yo' front door And all real niggas know Who rides sucka free on the solo When
's tha new plan Yeah nigga, you 'bout some money get at me nigga That?s the only way Dumb shit we bout that get at me Nigga roll solo, dolo nigga
uh die nigga, uh die nigga Motherfucker I'm K Roc, I dump the bodyparts into my trunk See me after Killa Klan, seein' that K Roc solo burn Makin' up
To become king of New York like De Niro And he ain't even from New York, that's what's weird yo But where he's from? They just rata, tata, rata, tata
Solo! Let it go Solo!) [K-Solo] I can't hold it back (Let it go Solo! Let it go Solo! Let it go Solo!) [K-Solo] I can't hold it back (Let it go Solo!
bunch of niggaz, now he's ridin solo He's dressed up in a suit, when he used to wear polos I wonder if there's a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a
an act yet. [Mama Morton] Killing Fred Casely was your act. That's solo steps in the audience. That song is my favourite. [Roxie Hart] It's a freak
A.K.A., for now it's just Meth That's it, that's all, solo, single no more no less Next up I believe that's me Bastard Get on the mic and rock the symphony
game, but who let in the pookies? Kingpins is snitchin that shit is not lookey So fuck new friends unless they stay solo Cuz who gon' watch you back after you kill
IF it's Sway or KaySlay Angie Martinez I'll take 'em back to k-day They act like they forgot about Dre-day I don't rap for Free that's why they fired
Side Chillin' with the homies, smellin' the bud Double parked and I'm talkin' to Dub About who got a plan, who got a plot Whom got, got and who got
what, what? The rings and things you sing about, bring em out It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth It's more than I expected, I thought your
