the making Live and let live, live and let die Die and forgive, never ask why You were born, born as a stranger You were born, born in a different
Traduction: Incendie. Né comme Stranger.
in the making Live and let live, live and let die Die and forgive, never ask why You were born, born as a stranger You were born, born in a different
sleep I pray the Lord my guns to keep If I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take God as my witness, when thugs cry, too much is hard [2Pac] Born
(x2) We are part of some strange plan Why the slaughter of the blootherhood of man Infernal sacrifice of hell Fire breathing lead the way Mounds of bodies as they all born
circles in my 9th grade dealin' cocaine Too many hassels in my local lights, survivin' the strain And a man without a focused life could drive him insane Stuck inside a
Still wandering, tryna find your place Playin' the game, I see pain on your face Nowadays the yiddin, like children sold as slaves Strange ways running through the maze Strange
me, I'm a g, from the southside of the T You and me, baby, let's get a room for the hour Get high as a tower, bust a nut and hit the showers You gone
Cock the shit back in a calm like motion No signs of anger or fear 'cuz you the one in danger Never share your plans with a stranger, word is born I
them we equal Don't look at me as a stranger, I'm one of your own We was rised in concrete and grew as a rose Still I rise, but never get a chance to
since the old school years of elementary Niggaz I used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries But still homie keep it real, how does it feel To lose your life, over somethin' that you did as a
it), bout it bout it, fuck a fork tongue cutlury, the fuckery is famous, never wild shook but a slang that maybe alienated a couple strangers, held a
is rendered crimson by bloodshed in a searing storm of slaughter. (Wounded, dying, my flesh rent by weapons no human ever forged or wielded, I am beckoned forward by a strange
gotta be the paper cause niggas is acting strange I wake up to (momma missing? ) head throbbing heart full of rage Urine dirty from haze as strong as
face Play this a lot smarter {Joe Mafia} Low avalanche, wobblely stance, ask for rain dance We the same cats blazing your lab Wu-Capone with a love
to find your place Playing the game I see pain on your face now a day's the yiddin like children sold as slaves Strange ways running through the maze, strange
