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Well I've got no more reason to live And I've got no more love to give Tonight's the night I'll paint the town red I'll put another whole through my head
Love me again Be my friend I need you now I'll show you somehow
. Alright hold up!!!! wait a second listen! I peel your cap back with a cannon ball, I buck 'em all fuck 'em all we standin' tall woooo.... Three 6 mafia
Hey man, put the needle on the record man Let's bump some of this motherfucking Crunchy Black This shit bump dog This motherfucking room static, I can
6 of 1 thing, half a dozen of another 6 of 1 thing, half a dozen of another Tell me one thing then you go and do another What you doin' to me? 6 of 1
1,2,3,4,5,6,7 no one here's gonna get to go to Heaven... the first one to speak, be the first one to leave, get your loved ones gagged and bound in bed
Porco cristo offenditi C'e una dote che non hai Non e chiaro se ci sei Sei borghese arrenditi Gli architetti sono qua Hanno in mano la citta Cambia
roams free, ravager 1.6.6.3. The masses bewildered, the marked ones avoided Deathroll peaks, ravager 1.6.6.3. The world evolves into it's scaffold
I turn away and shove my hands deep in my pockets I see her face my body aches and I start rotting I watch as he stares into eyes that gazed upon me
I bet, you fall in bed too easily With the beautiful girls who are shyly brave And you sell yourself as a man to save But all the money in the world is
[spoken] Ready? La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Almin's late, he's late again Well he probably won't show It's just not fair Almin's late,
I bet you fall in bed too easily With the beautiful girls who are shyly brave And you sell yourself as a man to save But all the money in the world is
I hail from a suburb Outside southeast No I ain't the type I don't like to run in the streets And I ain't really into none of that Uh Pimp & thug
day find again My will to be? How many years did I waste? How many chances did I Miss? I don't want to count them anymore 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. I thought
[hook] 'cause bitch we shoot 'em first We don't ask questions later We're triple 6, triple 6 fuckin' haters And it's on if you niggaz Wanna bring it to
What do we have here? One very dead brotha, five gun shot wounds, four to the chest. Name was Tim or sumin, recognize it from the neighborhood. Drug
