escape these lies. Will I make it through to the other side? I can't breathe when I'm suffocating. Committed yesterday, now I'm over my head. I can't breathe
these lies. Will i make it through to the other side? I can't breathe when i am suffocating. Committed yesterday, now i am over my head. I can't breathe
Käännös: Pop Evil. Hengittää.
hell in this atrocity Bust my guns at the heavens till an angel fell on top of me He said his name was michael and introduced me to evil acts like Robbin
come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin What is money? Money is what makes a man act funny Money is the root of all evil Money'll make them
wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin' What is money? Money is what makes a man act funny Money is the root of all evil Money'll
crazy people To make 'em believe I'm crazy so they can relate to me And maybe believe in Shady so they can be evil baby I like that! I'm only as crazy
out I'll pop the revolver Two years in jail and I don't need no package or nothin' Sheek Louch true to this s**t, y'all n***as is frontin' We some evil
a life worth living? You know how it begins But how does it end for me? Will I ever live? Or does He have it in for me? Will this pop before I stop breathing
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 million ways to die Double em' I lock the glock To pop open up six more (? ? ) Seventeen at the knees Freeze a brother like a holocall
pop pop pop My Glockoes pop pop pop My Glocko pop pop pop My Glocko pop pop pop My Glocko pop pop pop My Glocko pop pop pop You stomp the fuck off yo'
party people who stole the dough, they know -Chorus-Krayzie- Wish Bone Now into the land of thugs, doin' it flowin' and singin'/ No matter what we breathe
played Either kill a nigga quick or u might get played Street was never was that big, the hood's even smaller grew up in the projects that moved the four quarters Pop
O.J. to Glove I got a Posse of Insane Clowns Blow your brains on your opposite ear, and ask you how your brain sounds Bad, Evil, we go Alfred, immune
'm a black man with an African drum in my chest That beats on the opposite of the right let me know I got a breath left In this frigid fragile capsule
two of my niggah's in the J.C But now I ask of you first power bring them back to me We ran a job off top, we had to pop some cops But still some fools
they last breath Where we was, bubblin' in the valley of death I went to jail and end up bein' the last nigga left Now, I fear no evil and hear no evil
