Talk won?t work this out I don't need to share I just need to scream So stop telling me I'm not the man that I should be You blame me, shame me You take
Traduction: Métaux Précieux. Mr. Big Stuff.
: Talk won't work this out I don't need to shout I just need to scream So stop telling me I'm not the man that I should be You blame me, shame me You
: The old man is crying and he's lying The blood on his hands (is) from his wife Oh Lucy your mother is crying in the sky Lucy Where am I? They took
Alone in the dark, feel him close beside you An icy breeze blown in your neck A wind like pain freezing all your courage His ruthless hand will cut your
Talk won't work this out I don't need to shout I just need to scream So stop telling me I'm not the man that I should be You blame me, shame me You
The old man is crying and he's lying The blood on his hands (is) from his wife Oh Lucy your mother is crying in the sky Lucy Where am I? They took me
Mr. Mixx] Yeah! When we get them hoes, we let all the boys run up in 'em, y'knahmsayin'? Right about now we gon' let my man get loose! Mr. Heavy Metal
up Notorious biggie killer Affiliation with death row Niggaz get their caps pealed back Fool this the west coast Fuck a misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies Mr
the metal down the line Supersonic o. d. blows your mind Hit the trash for the big time PRACTISE WHAT YOU PREACH NOTHING'S OUTTA REACH [x2] Hey mr.
m a crackpot Now sit back and relax - I'm doin that already! Please keep your hands steady - Why? - Your face is all sweaty Yo I'm ready to heave Mr.
m a crackpot Now sit back and relax - I'm doin that already Please keep your hands steady - Why? - Your face is all sweaty Yo I'm ready to heave Mr.
b-b-base from this k-k-k-k-kay, I am runnin in yo place, it is I yes ace, mr h double o d, mr get you when you sleep, mr see me in the streets bitch
You've done it all, you've broken every code and pulled the Rebel to the floor You spoilt the game, no matter what you say for only metal - what a bore
PSYCHO [x8] [Cassidy:] My nigga beside me with triggers and niggas get bodied I lock a strip and chop a brick like I'm mr. miyagi But this ain't karate
it I'm lightening in a skillet, you're a fuckin flash in the pan I pop up you bitches scatter like hot grease splashin' a fan Mr Mathers is the man Yeah
Keep the complaints comin' nigga [Verse 2: Paul Cain] Yo a hustles a hustle from ghetto to ghetto In a 4.6 Range Rov Canarie Yellow and metal Muzzle
