to be wrong. Is it a mistake to go against the grain. Do you make up your mind based on what you can see. Here I stand. I'm guilty of the same crime.
Oversættelse: Figur Fire. Skyldig.
I'm comin' servin' you Snug Brim get flashin' Innocent till I'm provin' guilty, Snug Brim get to blast in And fuck the homicide charge I got expazito A mob figure
, I'm known when I'm off my shift Scarf on my waist pull then I'll scorch your face I'm like a copy-cat killer Born for strangling niggas Then pull figures
, uh oh, it's the alarm Once hear sounds, get down, hope you lucky like Charms Lunatics will explode, okay, call me the Rigga Representer, St. Louis figures
to the sound of Space Invaders. * Television is today's Nuremberg. Bowing to its authority, they become it. I've seen four year old children conforming
for four months prior the incidents. [Amos Hart] She would know. Yeah, i guess we've done no copulating since... Wait a minute. That doesn't figure out
some money I can hand to her But I ain't with bein a motherfuckin janitor Plus I got my little nigga And I'm tryin my best to be the right kind of father figure
and his folks keep on dying My enemies feel the same way they want me dead They think I'm the nigga that put they partner 6 feet under And left his son with no father figure
suppose what you're spittin is flames, cowards Know your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill Come four by four
folks keep on dying My enemys feel the same way they want me dead they think I'm the nigga that put they partner 6 feet under and left his son with no father figure
county line sign that he shot full of holes And two to four don?t seem like much Until you?re stuck in an eight by ten He felt guilty damn near all
that I'm comin' servin' you Snug brim get flashin' innocent til I'm provin' guilty Snug brim get to blast in And fuck the homicide charge I got expazito A mob figure
! To forgive and forget. Get ready! Live `n let live for a sec! Let em talk bout respect - when they don?t know the half. Think they got it all figured
? Sipping breakfast teas to the sound of Space Invaders. * Television is today's Nuremberg. Bowing to its authority, they become it. I've seen four year
you're spittin is flames, cowards Know your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill Come four by four, lose
