side that you can't see Just praying you won't remember There's blood, there's blood There's blood, blood, blood There's blood on my hands Like the blood
can't see Just praying you won't remember (There's blood) (There's blood) (There's blood) (Blood...) (Blood...) (Blood...) There's blood on my hands, like the blood
Prevod: Uporablja,. Blood On My Hands.
you can't see Just praying you won't remember (There's blood) (There's blood) (There's blood) (Blood...) (Blood...) (Blood...) There's blood on my hands, like the blood
, power hustlers Nigga, what? From my voice I'm killin' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love It's on everything I love, man It's on everything
regroup, can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on
shit out, blast through the speakers With a wife beater on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my
with Them niggas that be used to getting money frequent The ones that would always measure my triple beam with Until they start taking my niggas to
all in check Busta Rhymez, up in the place true indeed Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I guarantee to give you what you need One blood
why I can't figure for the life of me You'd want to start this My crew is bottomless Street Lobotomists Gun slingers Glock cocked and diamond ringers My
I never thought I lived to see us chill Crips and Bloods holdin' hands, the shit is ill But I love it, I can't help it Too much death on the streets
the average though Jet you through the fast lane drop ya on death row 'Cause anybody who's been there knows that life ain't so lovely On the blood-soaked
house,yeah (verse one) You go on and on and you don't stop Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop Belt and a club,I'm leaving tracks on the
