Woorden:
The Other In The Dead Of Night

Hunting In The Dark We'll Be Alive You And I Tonite You And I Tonite In The Dead Of Night In The Dead Of Night In The Dead Of Night We're Alright Yeah

when I see the first light of day When I woke up today, I didn't really feel ok I wasn't myself, I couldn't be no one else Night of the living dead

crazy bald head) That's what got you dead Bang your dead, alouette, paint your silhouette Je te plumerai la tete, je te plumerai la tete Bang your dead

ten thousand from Dez and go take about like twenty G's from Gino Tell that muh'f**ker get this nigga next door up out of here Nigga be snorin all night

Nuff man get ? in my firebomb sale Some a sell coke but the music we a sell We no inna doubt, we don't want no ambulance bell While other lyrics are full

happens More fuckin' funerals, dead homies Niggas out here killin' each other I don't know why And when it happens to you just can't turn the other fuckin

to speak Their parents drink all day Couple of dead beats Some days they go to school And other days they might It's hard to stay awake After you cry all night

Stetson Nigga had game, was special It matched every black haired night throwin' dice for decimals The older head, boulder head, betrayin' the soldier head Make sure you write in the field, not a soldier dead

Never underestimate the loving How we intertwine our very soul How we fill each other's spaces To lose control When you're talking be the children Who