head, Get out of my head Going out of my mind (Drug...Drug...Drug...Drug...Drug...Drug...Drug...Drug...Drug...Drug...D rug...Drug) Get out of my head
Traducció: Matar Broma. Droga.
get involved in this war? Take notes Real gangstas wear trench coats, grey suits, black ties And they seek votes and you're not to be misled They'll kill
! Lost in a sea of combat boots, flush the bouncers with wasted youth When did punk rock become so safe? When did the scene become a joke? The kids who
crisis I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful Hearing voices in my head while these whispers echo "Murder murder Redrum" Brain size of a bread crumb Which drug
the ones they want dead ain?t killed by what they instigated They put some dope on a brotha?s body and claim it was drug related Tell them drug related
Killer kill from the Ville, Killer Mike In the motherfucking building nigga Y'all already know, Killa kill putting it down New South Movement, mo'fucker
You don't want a dogfight, bights and scars, Slice ??? you won't like the odds. Heard it before, murder the floor, Burn the roof, kill the show down
' each others pants to school wasn't easy We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes Sadly
reply, "Son, you've gotta show 'em you're more than gay" 'Cause he had dreams to be a track star Until that warm April night them gay jokes went way
way? God would reply, "Son you got to show them your more then just gay" See, he had dreams of being a track star until the night The gay jokes went
it I hate cream in my coffee, so take your fuckin redneck off me Concerning that mississippi, stop that fuckin burning While I'm over here chillin, ready steady learning Every racist summer, kill
-in, you're feeling something Catch my drift or catch my four-fifth lift At least six inches above project fences Turn meat to minces, jokes turn to flinches
street, it's a miracle" Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me Just for niggaz actin' shifty Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill
they rolled, by Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar Everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna, kill ya Don't murder me murder me, killa
visionin' dead enemies tryin' to kill me In my sleep, same niggaz that I put to rest Got me wakin' up pourin' down a hella sweat The drugs got a nigga
know you relate Whether you home base or go out of state, this shit is real And you better recognize when you see 'em, these niggaz kill A whole 'nother drug
