violence, it gives the opponents means to retaliate, it does nothing but promote violence, it's just another excuse to fight. everyone's gotta be a hero everybody's
.B.E. Retour de l'emmerdeur public N° 1 Dans l'coin pas sur la touche cousin Quoi d'neuf, nada puisqu'ils se fouttent de nous On va se foutre d'eux Ils
m Larm! Sag blo?! Arsch hoch, Arm hoch, Glas hoch, A, B! C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z! Ich flow' sogar das Alphabet
a diamond finish Got the mtv j-j-jam of the week Sign autographs when I stand in the street Plus I been all over B.E.T. Columbia records, and D.T.P.
have one bread c.e.n.t I was tired being b.r.o.k.e started sellin green w.e.e.d and ended up sellin white.d.o.p.e from a bench to a couch with foldout
it in they face free my partner Grace What's up to that Los what's cracking cause I'm straight lase What's up to that Pokey What's up to that Woldy Always
(feat. Big Boss) [Z-Ro:] H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S Where you can get good weed good drank, or even get put to rest Down here we rep the Screwed Up Click
P., to my motherfucking mother That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew There's ten toes planted, in my motherfucking shoe I gotta be a man, hope you understand There's
nos streets Slang apres slang toujours on beat But "That's that shit now hook up with Gundei" Suspecte tu sais c'est qui On est des S.U.S.P.E.C.T. Tchin
les regles oublis pas que la vie a ces reves,peu d'axes,trop d'exces. Accelere,accelere refrain: L'ecurie c'est Ferrari ma reussit' c'est l'circuit d
heures selon le procureur J'ai G.R.A.V.E le nom de mon quartier mon prenom des insultes la date de mon arrestation J'ai G.A.R.D.E le silence des souvenirs
need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man If you need to understand, Juan Bond is detective man J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D J-U-A-N-B-O-N-D Check
[50 Cent] G Unit! [50 Cent] A, B [Scarlett] You can't fuck with me [50 Cent] C, D [Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets [50 Cent] E, F [Scarlett] Don'
a motherfuckin P.I.M.P [50 Cent] its G-unit and the D.P.G from new york city to the L.B.C ill break it down for ya im a p.i.m.p when my gun go off nigga
like you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out