with teeth of gold but we're just products on the food chain if you're not eaten you'll be sold!!! run yer fuckin pockets and pay me (im the motherfuckin
Vertaling: Geen contant geld. Run je zakken.
I believe its a unanimous decision america is the worst face of terrorism supplying enemies with bombs, funding and arms its quite scary that's why
the caps won't miss bust six shots on an undacova cop they're all crooked mother fuckers and it ain't gonna stop so held your ground down, run your own
will blow my ashes spread tip my glass down to the dead save yourself, KILL ALL POLICE K-9 cops get strychnine treats short circuit robocops NO CASH
Sadness is all I've ever known. Inside my retched body it's grown. It has eaten me away, to what the fuck I am today. There's nothing left for me to
abate the ones who hesitate to stand their ground rally when the sky is falling, catch the clouds together ants can overcome and kill the ox the only
sprouted from a racist seed, the white men stole the land they need to renovate a state of hate of greed, and call it something great so every fall they
i need to be, FUCK EDUCATION, at least my mind is free 12 years down the drain for me, useless facts and lies of your white history if its not taking
give us yer money, and we will give you hope and explanation for what you can't understand cause yer too weak to cope eat this bread and drink this wine
i'm busting out of this hole breaking out and breaking in i have got an evil soul ripping shit with a wicked grin i know my enemies everyone who's not
yeah, homelife is a drag, deadly like a plague if sadness lurks within yer walls, like in mine where i am confined to my room to hide from all of the
teeth of gold but we're just products on the food chain if you're not eaten you'll be sold!!! run yer fuckin pockets and pay me (im the motherfuckin
like a mover Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler Cash Money cold, bitch
Lil sis' walk away with the dough, y'all niggaz still broke While my pockets on re-up Y'all niggaz shit on E, what a pi-ty Ain't it a shame how your man
S CRAZY) Now sittin', endless cash (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Bad Boy, got the game in a smash (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Fuck around and put a foot in your ass (OH THAT
you Well, I know this little chapel On the boulevard we can go No one will know Oh, come on girl Who cares if we're trashed Got a pocket full of cash
