to stay out of my way, out of my face, out of my way, so many times you crossed my path, with clenched fists i made my way, force fed so many lies
Prevod: Terror. Out Of My Way.
snake eyes all the time Roll those hollow dice Holler to an echo Another time To the other side Got lost on the water Wound up on the sand Gaze out through
my pocket, Sam launch the rocket They wanna rip my arms out the socket, fucking heathens Love to see a nigga stop breathing I heard a voice sing out
my crib out, can't shout F.B.I. got a gun in my mouth Threw me on the floor, called my girl a whore Pulled ten G's out my mattress and was lookin' for
my hat, Gucci my drawers Gucci my ass cheeks, Gs cover my balls Gucci my pants, Gucci my shirt Gucci duffel bag where I keep all that twerk Gucci bandanna on top my
of a turnaround Gut screams out next to none So turn it on, tune it in And stay inert You say, "I've got the backbone" The back way to escape the gun
atheists into believers I'm just trying to say the way school need teachers The way Kathy Lee needed Regis, that's the way I need Jesus So here go my
There is no terror in my heart Death is with us all We suck him down with our first breath And spit him out as we fall There is no terror in my heart
my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin', I'm still stressed out over the death When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
a nigga insane Gotta change my way 'fore the darkest day Clickin' tight till the end with the gang Come on, come on and swing this way (Swing this way
find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets If you lookin' I got my hand on my *** grippin' in the raws Hood star, sit up in my boulevard
Lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
