through miles of blood-red tape Confessed a gaping mouthful Too much, too late [x3] No love, No hate Too much, too late [x3] True love, True hate
miles of blood-red tape Confessed a gaping mouthful Too much, too late [x3] No love, No hate Too much, too late [x3] True love, True hate
Traduction: Ciel. True Hate.
man, my nigga This is hard times, like its so much gun smoke and see the stars shine We living on dreams but is they coming true, what I'm gonna do Make
the same way, right around the time when you got elected Ain't nothin changed All the promises you made, before you got elected.. .. they ain't came true
streets give me muthafucking peace I got nothing to lose and something to prove What do I do live Thug Life nigga stay true I wonder when they kill me is there a Heaven
] I could pull out the drink and be good 'till it's relavent but I'm a straight solider, I'll roll up a nigga like its Heaven sent Tripping over
captured all my rage and violence In time I learned a few lessons Never fall for riches Aplogizies to my TRUE sisters Far from bitches Help me raise my black nation Reperations are due Its true
say how you doin' I just called to tell you bout this new girl I'm screwin' She's a super model and you ain't shit She stands five foot eleven, a body from heaven
keep turning the page While the all powerful throwback to miracle Whips up the storms and pestilent swarms Sacrifice to appease the deity Whilst heavens
end, and when I run out, I reloadin and buckin again, some mo! Nigga puttin it down, worldwide. Them wicked bad-ass thugs. You punk niggas hate us, but
the oldest far from life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a nightmare hunting my sanity Thank the Lord up in heaven
(you might make something motherfuckers) you hate on me hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on, (umm!) [Krayzie] Playa, playa, playa, hate me, hate
sing, sing along, sing along) Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug [TrAc] My family, oh, it means so much to me Everywhere we go, playa haters gonna hate
heavens gonna be rulin' trues, when He come We won't be losin', provin' 'em wrong [Chorus] [Wish] I see five killa realer niggas ready to roll wherever I go True
them dums, (in the war) so we lost him. But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'em? I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum.
