Traduction: 12 Stones. Kill.
't allow you to ever dick me I know these greaseballs, wonder how could they ever stick me But I move, like the President through town Wit stones the
[Letter from George Sand to Alfred de Musset] Venise, 12 mai 1834 [Venice, May 12th, 1834] Non, mon enfant cheri Ces trois lettres ne sont pas Le dernier
the life of the old man and thus rid myself of the eye forever." So I'm headed door to door With my grandmother's cookie jar I'm sellin' cookies, 12
sureshot Mr. Meth I'm unplugged (learn) Temperatures too hot for sunblock (burn) Playin wit minds will get you state time Locked behind 12 bars from a great mine Killa
I'm in the zone Call it a night, get stoned, and take that fat slut home Just drink the drink, hit the dank, do some drugs Go kill yourself [Kon] Fuck
is strapped, ready for war Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war Niggaz wanted ill but my nigga get iller Streets full of hardcore stone-face killers
world was gonna love me, without a doubt I was sure that Tarantino would be callin' me on the phone Annie Leibovitz would shoot me for Rolling Stone
you capture me and kill my will Just to survive the game of life, win or lose Do or die, refuse to let you capture me to kill my will To survive the
Artis] It was my dream at first to be on spittin a verse On my own album with a deal but shit got burst So i came out i woulda killed a nigga first
12:32, just in time before we go Race cars fast but cool yeah, they walk slow Blood from your nose better believe it'll get ya messy Yeah. I tell no lie
e gotta bring my partna in yeah that Pokey hes comin out that Southside, yeah the Stone you know he's comin through with a pocket full of stones (Big
I put this chain on These bitches appear quicker than state farm Wale Folarin somethin they can't ever smoke Weed I can't pronounce man This shit would leave Rosetta stoned
sign Flex one of us and I'm a find you Bullet rips through your chest and hits the bitch behind you Killed two birds with one stone You're laying in
WAR WITH THE COPPERS (COPPERS) DOG...THEM NIGGAZ LIVING A LIE, LIE, LIE, LIE DIPSET STAY FLY.....AND? AND?!?!?!?! [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] Killa! Let's get
an blastin shotguns with the fat man Load the tech up Strap ya best up Connect gang The insane west gang Bout to get they crest up Shit I represent the killas
m on fire Everybody's in a rush try to get the throne I just get on the track and try to set the tone I ain't tryna use nobody as a steppin stone
Yeah, we straight from the Census Bureau Haha, Runyan Ave We lookin' for yo' momma D 12, where yo' momma at? Miko, where yo' momma at? Young Zee, hey