killing it And for dollar bills we keep on drilling it We're living in this world and we're killing it And for dollar bills we keep on drilling it We
ones that I despise So listen now We're living in this world and we're killing it It's so absurd, and for dollar bills We keep on drilling it, until
Traduction: Raised Fist. Il Killing.
unpimpable The untouchable, doin the impossible Kill the world of the age it flees Ignorance swoops at the vulture's knee It's time to make a step, it
you to hear it.." [2Pac] Holla if ya hear me! "Hard!" .. "Tellin you to hear it, the rebel" - P.E. "Tellin you to hear it.." [Verse Two] Pump ya fists
can't see us while we burn the other week Now we gotta make it smash Blast How long will it last, till tha broke get more cash Until then Raise up
Rock shells hit. Raise a fist so they know to make a hit. Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it. To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it. It
I've got that feeling deep inside Well what it is I don't know My vengeance starts to change My mind gets filled with rage I raise my fists up to the
, I only asked him Who called to sell your love? He said he don't know, But yeah it was a girl. And it's killing, Like nothing of it, Now I'm tripping
I do Should I die in glory Should I raise my fist The crime of my deeds Is the frolic I need I won't die on my knees Gotta kill to resist I bare my
, cause some sleep while I wake in a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple: It's easier
it's still hip hop to me What What [chorus] [3rd Verse] Let me have your muthafucking undivided attention It's about time I set the muthafuckin record straight Now it
So my natural instincts to kill in the street Im going to war and i sent you caution JumpSteady stepping over the governments brainwashing (Take it, Take it farther, take it
him was lyin A white dude, killed his mother durin the case Hung jury, now the D.A. is bein replaced Pre-trial hearin is over, it's real for the soldier
it returned, it fairly burned With confidence anew Well the thunder from my steely fist Made all the glasses jangle When I shot him, I was so handsome It was the light, it
