a potential to hurt, is anything real? When forever is to be until Deep inside, in the world of empty words No escaping from those haunting, empty words
Traduction: Death. Empty Words.
a potential to hurt Is anything real? When forever is to be until Deep inside, in the world of empty words... No escaping from those haunting empty words
Give up my body in bed. All for an empty hotel. Wasting words on lowercases and capitals. I contemplate the day we wed. Your friends are boring me to death
chase money, now I have it brought Cause you can only chase something that you haven?t caught If there?s a summertime in hell, it?s not as hot You empty
Na ukikataa wataichukua toka kwa mfuko wako Bling bling nazo huwanga kwa mashing za ma MC Na hata nazo kushine kwa MIC bado hawawezi Na ikiwa sauti yangu yangu ikiwa unlimited kwa vichwa zao empty
How much do you make in that death factory Severance hold in the chamber of revolvers Empty jails fall from my scalp shaped the glove and let me out
a killer by all means I'm packin clips with arterillary that'll make you do a backwards flip catch you on the strip-PLOW crack ya whip slangin that death
' be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death my niggas, we tha last ones left but life goes on..... [Verse One:] As I bail through tha empty
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't talk me to death [
my waist Empty the safe, hit em with the glock he caught a stray shot Fucked his girl and made him watch, made a death wish I cut his throat now wear
I'm tired... works prolly slackin, so be that anyone notice a flaw(s) feel free to let me know. Btw: Kray's voice when he enters is I'll beyond words;
Erase all the pain thats left this pain that easily became my death pain of the bitch that made me stress push me away, take my breath send me to another
life Maybe death will make things right for the press gonna escape this sight I wanna see blood with embracing knives Just know that I'm not confused Cruel words
quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in tha mornin So up an sing along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words an you can't sing
Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all Nascar game, why the fuck will I starr Im the franchize nigga, Chris fucking Paul Empty out the caNNON hit
Let me catch you in Los Angeles without a pass Everybody in New York know that you a fag Come out the closet show the world how to use a pad Speakin death
