Vertaling: Naam genomen. Runs Red.
you said) an end (with all those lies, will i be right?) and yet you said, this shouldn't end all that who i used to be to you and it runs red, to your
rappin, we'd be mackin' It's a good thing that we're rappin' There was a time when they called me Smooth Eddie Playing the hoes and shook the red card
, Arabic, Saudi Arabia My clique roll thick, rip shit, like WrestleMania Saddam Hussein, president of what I claim Still the same name, tied to this shit
red like the colour of Mars, Overweight bills look at the bars, who made the beat? It's Double R, Who sang the chorus? Female superstars, Go by the name
will hear Some will be and some will hear Some will be and some will hear Black Magic Bring the M-16's the tools of war The blood that runs so red stains
shot from the city V8 engine she runs so pretty Fill her up son, unleaded I need a full tank a gas where I'm headed Up in the front seat a pretty red
't shit to prove I move about a gram a so, but clientele won't grow, until all them basers know, that I keep that butter A new face runs shop with me,
is clear, we just changed our name Nobody knows that it's just the same Red day on blue street Or how about Blue day on red street It doesn't matter,
, got a yellow dog named Black A blond haired wife called Red, that runs around behind Bill's back Bad Eye Bill and his buddy Will are known to take a
Mother's milk has soured My life's a bolted door And from it runs A trail of vagrant gore My wounds are open flowers Fragrant gifts for my encore Bouquets
and six shooter Body bullet polluter, perverted intruder Now who the, fuck wanna buck with the diseased, that's dis-eased I got a bitch named trigger,
12 o' clock on the dot My blood runs cold On my window Got me in a choke hold Visions of death pinicle sacrafice And the ultimate price of taking
open wide The seven seals are broken The white horse is given a crown The conqueror bent on conquest The red horse is given a sword Taking peace from
your way you longest legs So step up in my brain of cow Mothafuckas shits-a tripping Turns into a red house You know the game What's the name Home on
Take it low, low, low, yo, yo, yo You're ghetto! You know you ghetto When the money you got is dead wrong It's royalties from biting Kardinal's song You
decay, exit clean Find a lies, cries, complies Close your eyes soldier's lies Look beyond the skies though the soul roll with pride A few brave unmilitant names
