A last minute decision Lay it all on the line Glasspipe recollections of antichrist The nominees all on fire Cash money upfront We're all part of the
Oversættelse: Haunted. 99.
: A last minute decision Lay it all on the line Glasspipe recollections of antichrist The nominees all on fire Cash money upfront We're all part of
the river? Nigga, put 'em in the mud, see them pump blood, nigga, no love Me show 'em the Bone when I grab that chrome Gotta haunt that dome Folla me
I got 99 problems and they all bitches Wish I was Jigga Man, carefree living But I'm not Sean or Martin Louie I'm the Cleveland nigga rollin' with them
in my sleep but no catharsis was granted to me Will this pain ever pass? The enchanting perfume of winter and the bleak, cold breath of her still haunts
cleveland I'm poppin these niggas at 14 and I loved it adrenaline rush for the get back gang war 99th niggas fred ward americas most wanted I'm haunted
m poppin these niggas at 14 and I loved it adrenaline rush for the get back gang war 99th niggas fred ward americas most wanted I'm haunted by sinister
Vultures of Jehovah Circles in Assassins of the Light with Horror Rapture Haunting The Shadows Speak The Word Of The Wind [Lyrics by GAUT '99] [Music
cause niggaz spit wigs with no precautions Ghetto warfare straight bullets hit off the window sectors The war I raise down from their grave to haunt your concious Of niggaz haunting
[Verse 1:] I got 99 problems, and they all bitches Wish I was Jigga-Man, Carefree livin But I'm not Sean, or Martin Louie I'm the Cleveland nigga rollin
Damage your tuxedo vest, come like your tuxedo fresh Point the index finger, aim twice, aim nice Put your asshole on the shelf for a 99 cent price Five
hit kids cause niggaz spit wigs with no precautions The war I raise down from their grave to haunt your concious With bloody screams nightmares and bloody dreams Of niggaz haunting
cause niggaz spit wigs with no precautions The war I raise down from their grave to haunt your concious With bloody screams nightmares and bloody dreams Of niggaz haunting
(Elvis Costello / Live Union Chapel 99) The hunted look, the haunted grace The empty laugh that you cultivate You fall into that false embrace And kiss