Ar-SiDE Ты хочешь быть G.O.D.? Не прячь глаза, Я знаю это так, хоуми, здесь каждый первый, Хочет быть им, чёрт возьми! Но при первом "Бу" Ты бежишь стирать
country I come from is called the Midwest I was taught and brought up there the laws to abide And that the land that I live in has God on its side Oh
country I come from is called the Midwest I was taught and brought up there, all the laws to abide And that land that I live in has God on its side
good way That's a good way to get on my bad side That's a good way, that's a real good way That's a good way to get on my bad side That's a good way
God on its side Oh, the history books tell it, they tell it so well The cavalries charged, the Indians fell The cavalries charged, the Indians died For the country was young with God
from all the blood Severed limbs and heads A sacrifice to one eyed god He will claim the dead Under winter skies We stand glorious And with Oden on our side
country I come from is called the Midwest I was taught and brought up there, the laws to abide And the land that I live in has God on its side Oh the
Murdoc is god Murdoc is god Murdoc is god Johnny is dead Murdoc is king Johnny is dead Murdoc is god Johnny is dead Murdoc is god Murdoc is god Murdoc
less The country I come from Is called the Midwest I's taught and brought up there The laws to abide And that land that I live in Has God on its side.
Tell me I'm dreaming My feet are stone and my light is dim Chasing this demon on his way down But whatever happened? Whatever happened? Spent the night
nigga die tonight Make sure I didn't die in vain, and they feel my pain Make sure my niggas ride for me Or pulling up on the side of me, side of me [
my life Where dad slept on the sofa, never with his wife Even as a toddler, man, it struck me as odd But it only getting odder, I never looked to God
gun was a .32, right before *ugh* Graduated to the .38, maybe a 9 I prefer the .45, stay live, techs held the crack gate in '88 AR spit from far, the
Bomb 1st niggaz, you gotta hurt niggaz Put in work niggaz, god made dirt niggaz It don't hurt niggaz, drama ain't certain niggaz But death is, so you
less The country I come from Is called the Midwest I's taught and brought up there The laws to abide And the land that I live in Has God on its side.
Yeah! [Nas:] It's like that, you know it's like that, there ain't an army that could strike back Hey yo, it's like that, hey yo it's like that! Ar-my
