And asked the mirror for some truth I've loaded my body with chemicals It was no use 'Cause retribution's coming For the years of this abuse And I can
Traduction: Classic Crime. Dieu et les drogues.
read the scriptures And sighs his name The skies full of flames Streets are gothic Twelve niggaz lay dead in front of their projects Reminding d's of a classic
distance Go all around the world, it's the same damn difference [Verse 2:] [Bishop Lamont:] The president got guns and sell drugs like the gangstas and
read the scriptures And sighs his name The skies full of flames Streets are gothic Twelve niggaz lay dead in front of their projects Reminding D's of a classic
and habitat Black on black crimes and crack 9s we clap They cuff your wrist behind your back The ghettos infested with drugs and police A wino with no
