Look at the pain x2 Look at the pain x2 Take pleasure, see misery Look at the pain x2 Take pleasure, see misery Look at the pain x4 Don't want to see
Traduction: Black Bomb A. Look At The Pain.
tool Get some of that bomb green from Tom 'fore I lose my cool How can I make to it to the top I'm like a crab in a bucket It got me hostile, I see my
can't walk on my lawn, better leave my Vipor alone Got a house in Sweet Water Texas, Lexus and a pond with a swan They call me a swanga not a diss, I
get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see? So I needs to
a caper Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see? So I needs to hit a lick, drastically I see
while they pop, I'm ready to bomb (bomb bomb bomb) [Chorus] [Layzie] How do you see me when you see me? Drinkin' on Hennesy and Remy Look into my eyes
-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back anytime (Hah, thanks a lot) Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute Ace, turn that
heads dwell Though I owe to it my success With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal' I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud Confronted
Julius Caesar Had a piece of the globe, every continent Yo there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America, Afghanistan Yo there's Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabics Call a
a seat function flamed up witha a B hat And I'm patten my pockets yellin " wheres my piece at " Like an ink session gettin a snake in the back tat Got a
my palms is black You a bitch, I ain?t involved with that I got a big trunk and that?s where Vinnie keep all of his corpses at [Chorus] Life, this
a nut That made her toes curl, Yeah She said Look at his pretty eyes What a beautiful smile He's a bouncing baby boy What a beautiful child and he hardly
up the set twice a day, fake nigga I respect not Load up the Tec and spray your life in one day nigga I detect cops and you look like a bitch You shook
to blaze a nigga like a fat one Non radio bangin' shit goin' platinum And keep slappin' 'em with a Colt 45 While my Old English leave you broken down with a
get a second chance to see the glock pointed at his hood Makin' his way through the rain he's caught in the game He felt the pain of a slug to the back
owe to it my success With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal' I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud Confronted with racism, started