Vertaling: Heartless Crew. Waarom (Back Lookin ').
list ICE - cause I lack all emotions, I'm heartless That's why I can't figure for the life of me You'd want to start this My crew is bottomless Street
fathoms deep Forty fathoms deep he owns Each sleeping sailor's soggy bones The legend they call Davey Jones At forty fathoms deep Nor east we sail to brimstone head the captain crew
of living is preposterous, stay alive, you play or die, no options No Batman and Robin, can't tell between the cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
"Ten Crack Commandments" Stay +Big+, and worship "Hail Mary", that's how we live Lay low good guys, catch you with a hook I know why you lie, ya crew
mosh pit Head bangers get to spazzin' out And be like, "Aww shit." [x4] This that war tihs From the King of Darkness Can't stop this mob shit Awfully heartless
you speak, think, or show will be disregarded Then I drag your frightened ass through the darkness Bring you out the other side, as a carcass I'm heartless
jam that you can swerve ta over tracks so fat, the nickname, Big Bertha It's probably the kid that half the crews have never hearda whose mind travels
circus Abandoned at the carnival with the freak shows Like bad boys, hermaphrodites and old man crow But then I escaped to the ghetto zone Started a crew
off at least Fuck pre-schoolers, fuck rulers Kings and queens and gold jewelers Fuck wine coolers Fuck chickens, fuck ducks Everybody in your crew sucks
new faces Fuck the screwfaces, when I flip I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas Niggaz can't bang with us, try to do me My crew be unruly (what
built this structure just to help ya So the communists can come and qwell ya They call me the King of Darkness, when I offer you no pain Why would they label me heartless
swore to die for bloodline more heartless than my father brought (nigga) Load the cartridges with hollow point hard ones When Rogue dawgs call it's an all out war move 56 marks it 'cause 56 swore to Heartless
bitch You know you know the lick, art of the mobsta click Fuck the argument Mob Elite's runnin' up apartments Kickin' in doors pistol whippin' hoes be heartless
So I aim wit' a target, these mu fuckaz got my mind in the zone So I pop wit' the chrome And I'm born to be heartless and regardless I'm in the wrong
release on the streets and i got ???? hit the mouth ?????????? beam on target and purposely i do some shit to a nigga i delete im elite and regardless and plus im heartless
my niggaz into Peep the issue situation like this, we stickin' him too JFK on our way to L.A. Got links with big cats down to Santa Barbara My crew do
