Woorden:
Psycho Realm Bullets

[b-real] Lost dreams of innocence long past Through time memories burn and fade like ash Through the crosswinds through the crosiers Let the bullet strike

Vertaling: Psycho Realm. Who Are You Interlude Bullets.

: [B-Real] Lost dreams of innocence long past Through time memories burn and fade like ash Through the crosswinds through the crosiers Let the bullet

nigga's Out this motherfucker nigga, they ain't talkin' 'bout shit The chronical, psycho, brain bender busta Fucker, sucka ass punk motherfuckers Tommy the talent tucker, calico conseler Daz the real

horn 'cause I don't have to You can run your mouth, I don't care But if you get too close, I'm gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real

And fuck tonight, it's ya muthafuckin' world Do what you like, do what you like Once again it's on, the muthafuckin psychos M.A.F.I.A. Bitches feel us, we the realest

kill that sucka *gunshots* [Verse 1] Creep up on yo funky ass, yeah I got a careless nigga Blast four times to the spine, now a dead nigga Broke out, my bank real

and gone off that Dank weed Shoot a nigga up in the middle of the sunset And when you ride through the town you better wear your vest Real East Bay gangsta

't mind dyin' So feel me, drill me put a bullet in my head But yo, you can't kill me 'cause I'm already dead Scarface goin' psycho, yeah Play pussy,