forget your jacket bring it with the rest of you ill be the one on the left coughing up any any at best waiting for your signal a sound that's like your
don't forget your jacket bring it with the rest of you ill be the one on the left coughing up any at best waiting for your signal a sound that's like your
Traduction: Park. Know Your Enemy.
tonight don't forget your jacket bring it with the rest of you ill be the one on the left coughing up any at best waiting for your signal a sound that's like your
and bloomers on And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn Y'all niggas' intellect mad slow, y'all fags know Claimin' you bangin', you flamin' Bet you could light your
Say what your want to say Hang for your hollow ways Moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles aimed for me And I know they buried her body with
[Chorus] Cuz now I ain't wit cha, know that I miss ya, some how I carry on I can still picture, when I was wit cha like you was never gone I remember
I got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein
when you find it The way it survives with it's families, Friends or it's enemies Let's make this a new world I swear you can go if you want to I know
next millenium You not gon be shit Scratch your name off the list Cut your wrist You know the issue I'm official When you die none of your niggas is
have mad fun Me and the whole squad meet up, Know shit about to heat up Went the whole entire street up Blast from the car seat-er My enemies wouldn'
him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn Y?fall niggas?f intellect mad slow, y?fall fags know Claimin?f you bangin?f, you flamin?f Bet you could light your
bottoms and bloomers on And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn Y'all niggas' intellect mad slow, y'all fags know Claimin' you bangin', you flamin' Bet you could light your
roll with whatever you want but you and i know whats goin on Nigga pay back I know your bitch ass from way back Witness be strap with max You know I
ya niggaz they respect this bitch I spit rounds at your enemy no less than six Always keep the extra clip Dog taught me well The extra eyes on your team
Linkin Park record He was like, "Yeah you know, I don't know about the rapping like, I don't know... maybe you should just be a rock band." You know what
Your style remind of yesterday, old news Sad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain or bring the cane, tick-tock I come to pick your lock It
