You got blood on your hands Can you hear me? We don't wanna listen it's a waste of time Are you for real? You got blood on your hands Can we be set
You got blood on your hands Can you hear me? We don't wanna listen it's a waste of time Are you for real? You got blood on your hands Can we be set free
Tulkojums: Dzīves beigas. Asins uz rokām.
better You got blood on your hands Can you hear me? We don't wanna listen it's a waste of time Are you for real? You got blood on your hands Can we be
thing spittin', so go warn your clique Them niggas y'all look up to, is on my dick Sauce motherfuckin' born to hit I get so far up in your ass, think I was on
your existence Like a disease spreading death, erasing your existence Like a disease spreading death, erasing your existence Satan's hand begins the end
And can't nobody stop it Unless your game's weak So player don't sleep The streets crawl with ill niggas on the block Goin' hand in hand, leanin' in
We just can't be amazed Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade We just can't be amazed Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade We just
, see how fast we slash your ass. You wanna rumble? I'm sick of bein' humble, give ya everything you come here for, so come on, ho. Sawed-off, slim, it
I invented violence, you vile venomous volatile bitches Vain Vicadin, vrinnn vrinnn vrinnn Texas Chainsaw, left his brains all Danglin' from his neck, while his head barely hangs on Blood, guts, guns, cuts Knives, lives
downtown, your momma's all free Your house is sugar, layin' with your wife and your seed Yes indeed, Big Bun is on a home invasion You gon' bleed on
that nigga you should try your luck with, fuck with Hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke Gun smoking, still locing, what nigga Lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling Right now I'm on
I'm sittin' here Rolling up a swisha banging Nate Dogg Pulling on this 8ball contemplating suicide (Hold Up) Tryna smoke the pain away Hand on the dessert
smash our shields Blood on my blade Dance in vain to stop their charge Pray for us inside, you know we live to fight We fall on the ground, like
funny so don't you dare laugh It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass Life is more than what your hands can grasp Good Night! (kids talking
't mean a damn thang, if I shake your hand If I ain't too enthused, and I got on a mean mask You better stay on note, cause I'll beat your ass It's Guerilla
and these days seem like the definition of real done changed like today it's cool to drop salt on your partners name it's cool to shake your homies hand