praying to the night sky alone. I been running down this dead end street. I wanna rip through all the faces I see. I'm lost forever on this dead end street
Käännös: Blood For Blood. Dead End Street.
soul praying to the night sky alone. I been running down this dead end street. I wanna rip through all the faces I see. I'm lost forever on this dead end street
a question No evidence, no possession Stop stressing, shit, I got moves to make Streets is dark but still I illuminate, nigga I could see the way Till I see the end
is my fuse Then dead as a death pack, the colors I choose Red or blue 'cuss or blood It just don't matter Sucker die for your life when my shotgun scatters
rate is high, I'm closin in Prepare for your ultimate end, tell your family bye Better cool like Egon, and shine like veegon Pissin on your beons, for
?m alive or not Cold or Hot Block & guard my spot Said you gonna remember my name From the start ?til the end Whether I lose or win Family for a friend
you tryin' to end up red 'Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead 'Cause youse a soft type nigga, fake up north type nigga Puss like a soft white nigga Dog is a dog, blood
leave you with the hole in your head For wantin me dead, but I come to watch you suffer instead Like burnin your bed, cuz I dont want your blood on my
leave you with the hole in your head For wantin me dead, but I come to watch you suffer instead Like burnin your bed, 'cause I dont want your blood on
is this sickness out of control Is the beginning of the end right now? Let me know Do the saved souls travel the road of the souls lost? How come the dead
I'm too hard to kill, I refuse to die Sweat tears and blood, paid dues survive In these streets I roam, I've been blessed to live Could've easily got
his wife The body bloody underneath the sheet is waitin for Christ The streets is hungry so I know they watchin Waitin to strike But anything you ever got for
best of My Life Verse 2 [Styles P] I?m a man so I shed tears For my homies in the jail and my dead peers Lot of blood dropped the police the red years
Barely out the crib caught one in the leg Couldn't even get my [unverified] had to leave 'em for dead (Damn) That's cold, yeah, I know, but the cold in the streets
Brooklyn, this is the set-off Kay Sleezy, take it to the streets nigga Word up, Sauce Money, uh, uh Proper set-off Don't get it fucked up 'cause Sauce
Friends of mine don't have the time for food or wine Just money is on their minds Life is sweet on a one-way street They're indiscreet and funny, they
the clock For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock' Was out in the street when he met this sister Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her
