just the one I've heard of the kingdom Try to kill me Try to find me I don't listen any more I've got no problems No problems I don't listen any more
Traduction: Kill The Young. Pas de problèmes.
sir, I'm wheeling myself Looking for a chick chilling for self So I can show her the suicides and talk her into killing herself I'm having problems dealing
but it's four or five pieces with us So chill homie, for real homie Cause you don't wanna die, and I don't wanna kill homie But I will homie I ride for
creep the grim reaper, it ain't no sense in running Now niggaz know that I'm everlasting, forever blasting my enemies Fuck having a vision, of a motherfucker killing
flippin with a brick, in the dash mayne Now everytime I roll up bitch give me bomb-ass brain Probably be somebody baby momma, I ain't ask mayne Baby daddy got a problem
But don't fall asleep Don't fall to sleep You can get ya cash on Pictures of penny Sippin' my glass full of henny Hands on my semi- Automatic kill for
what time it is Westside, Death Row (Dogg Pound) e'rybody killer Bad Boy killer, {?} killer (Thug Life, Death Row) E'rybody killer, fuck all y'all
'll leave this scar A smoking gun in hand, now don't you realize what you've done Put a bullet in his back, your hero since you were so young How could you kill
else to say (but umm) Drugs are just bad, mmm'kay? [Eminem] And last but not least, one of the most humungous problems among young people today, is fungus
she witcha When she wit' me, she bobbin', not vibin' Tryna put her mind into the inside of my zipper I'm a sperate with a purpose, havin' problems? Not a problem
our pain Cuz it tears u apart these affairs of the heart I think im strong but im not And when i look in ya eyes you know it kills me inside But I cant
seven o'clock, barricades us like Beirut Me don't show no love cause it's us against dem Dem never ever love me cause it's sport to break dem and kill
will kill another for a reputation So it's time we stop and realize that we're all the same Yo Dre, tell em (We're all in the same gang) [Young MC] Brothers
To me theres nothings realer Just enough to solve your problems Too much would kill ya And when I leave I always come right back here The young spit it
To me there's nothings realer, Just enough to solve your problems, Too much would kill ya, And when I leave, I always come right back here, The young
