Who wants to clear up this mess? The stain is embedded too deep Along with daggers in your back You appear to have blood-soaked hands Leave now, be free
Käännös: Sata syyt. Tämä sotku.
Who wants to clear up this mess? The stain is embedded too deep Along with daggers in your back You appear to have blood-soaked hands Leave now, be
Brothers and sisters We are here for one reason and one reason alone To share our love of music I present to you, country music without prejudice, hey
wanna throw up) Look at all this garbage that I keep generatin' (Come on) I sit around all day and watch it biodegradin' Bet there's a hundred health
, Cleatus! Mess up that drank you drankin, Puff on that weed you smokin, My niggas ain't never jokin, And I came to get you open off this weed, weed,
service left families nervous but more importantly broke nine Hundred a month but the check came late, army red tape you see This golden opportunity,
switch to archie bunker Ignorant, accurate, coagulate, you imagine it Hate the nigga boy, and stabbing it All over, the odor makes you wish he was down with the force So you can mess
seats, Knicks vs. Nets, private jets Millionaire heir to Antigua With Ananda, the MTV diva Nas how do we survive all this mess? East vs. West, this
through with all my blow Right now I'm tryin' to charter a jet Fuck this hit the Panama Canal and get a harder connect Step on your toes, mess with your
was facin me that I would gracefully bow out now Can get grim on this nigga Catch him comin out the Peach Tree and stomp my Tims on this nigga That shit
't worry just think about the money imagine what you can do with it. This is the last job I'm gonna do. I'm in for this one then I'm out. It's a life
-twenty lessons Or my queen and my seeds, in the home that I rest in Enter my zone get blown to 99 sections This rhyme has no limitations, this time
shuffle and the roper dope Cause I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town I gotta .357 and I break it on down [LL Cool J] Three hundred and fifty seven reasons
eyes on me when I step in the club They don't fuck with button-up boys, they wanna mess with a thug Coward niggaz see me comin so they exit the place Hundred
up to my neck, and situations that's too fast To think about and most people can't dream about A hundred million miles and every single second And every time you hear this
true holy book in your hand. Singing in latin nobody understands. Licking wafers paper thin. Ah, stupid christian isn't it grand? Is that your reason for this
