Shake and stir yourself into a bad excuse a half-hearted fuck you imagine all the nowhere places we'd have been and all the cynicism aside, and let me
Traduction: Attack In Black. Cut And Run.
need in trying I live where the sky ends Yup! you kno this Never lying, truth teller that rihanna rain just won't let up, all black on, blacked out shades, blacked
ever had Shit talk and you're zip locked Bagging you up, and I don't mean Glad Stacking you up and I don't hear your mans laughing it up no more Running
mark, grieve in the dark Like a ninja, screamin bloody murders quit attackin you I'll hack your back in two, crackin you and leave you black and blue
Kuniva aka Von) It's only right I jack your car keys and run Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns For fun, when I'm drunk I'll run a truck through the weed house Jump out and
The courtains close no way home the nectar of life run dry these tainted words made to hurt cut in me with its`knife eating my mind and with each bite
The curtain's closed No way home The nectar of life run dry These tainted words Made to hurt Cut in me with its' knife Eating my mind And with each bite
that Me and Biggie's situation is smaller than that Me and Biggie's situation is like.. [Tupac's response is cut off by ambulance sirens and news clips
, to the point, he won't speak Never half-assed, always live and direct On bitches try to punk smell the panty and raw sex Mad lights I had to black out
whites of my eyes now the night will arise And I'm hype cause the beast is evolving Step into my dreams, lot of bleeding and seaman and green rotted demons And
chest [Kuniva:] Yo It's only right I jack the car keys and run Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns For fun when I'm drunk I run a truck through the weed house Jump out and
Alphabet run, construction voice might blow Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle Cut down, come with something that's round and
swarmin team locked inside the detox Under key flock, it's like b-block and E-glocks you're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail I strike the cypher, and