Lyrics:
and die
Die die die suffer and die
Suffer and die suffer and die
Suffer and die
Your bitch got fucked by a
Special ed dude man
I got excited afterwards
car enkosi ashalley botswe
Si last stop na bisa Sergeant cdjetey fie
S3 mu duru ho p3 by all means mo b3 ti dede
Mun gyi wei sh3 mo ho 3s3s3 mu didi
poese hierso
Naai man!
Kom ons fokof na die 'Wat Kyk Jy?' jol toe
Yoh! Die queues daar by die 'Wat Kyk Jy?' jols
Is langer as die queues by home
I can never switch, not a day in my life
Know it's my dogs, they by my side
Yeah, we gon' ride 'til we die, die, die (die, die)
We ain't gon' run,
lies
Ey3 wonkoaa baby
Our enemies go bow in shame
Ebi do or die baby
I no go leave for nobody
Ey3 wonkoaa baby
Our enemies go bow in shame
Ebi do
Then I painted a three-foot slab of pine: "Here lies poor Bill MacKie",
And I hung it up on my cabin wall and I waited for Bill to die.
Years passed
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
and fast
Lock up 8 niggs..kill up 10 pigs
??? and fuckas are ?altered? by a 2
Now what else can I do?
Fuck, fuck, fuck and plant my seeds
Leavin' kids in
!)
Die! (Die!)
Die-Die-Die-Die
What can I do? I dunno, just -
Think it, think it, think it, this aint the time to mess around just go and
Roll the die
sh3 f3m
We Dey plan, we Dey worry nsu dako bi dier
We go die to be buried, err, yeb3 sh3 f3m
Wokai a (They said) you truly miss it when you get less
By Misery I Can Feel Even When They Lie cbout It
Surrounded Like Literally By Dem Wit Street Hype & cin't Finna Die cbout It
Do Not Enter This Way I cm
Kanacke der
Vereinigt und zusammen bringt
Ich bin von der Straße
Merkst du nicht wie ich nach Straße kling?
(yallah) doch mein Hobby ist die Hantelbank
Euer
I would die
You see it's not always right to tell someone you love them
You have to think twice before you say those three words
Cause they can mean
Three days to get it on
And three days to get it off
And three more days to die
Then I'm six feet down
And I'm asking the good Lord up in heaven
[Paroles de Profit Za3im feat. Moro "Watta Cheddo"]
[Couplet 1 : Profit Za3im]
I do mines, like this
Makanrabi lkabda 3al ta chi bitch
All these rap
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
Whatchu 'bout to do? Bleed!
(3, 1, 3) Y'all don't run the streets, the streets run you
Put a gun to your kids, "Art of War" Sun-Tzu
In the jungle stay
wanna do,
I got a pocket full of slugs,
And my Black Souljahs, do too,
What you wanna do,
What you wanna do,
I got a pocket fulla, die-die-die-die-die
communities. When I heard this piece, I was
Struck by its Semitic tone, and realised that, even in the area of music, the
Three communities were influencing each
Uh yeah yeah
Uh, grrr, uh, hot!
The heat is on (Are y'all really ready to fly)
The heat is on (Are y'all really ready to die)
The heat is
Uh yeah yeah
Uh, grrr, uh, hot!
The heat is on (Are y'all really ready to fly)
The heat is on (Are y'all really ready to die)
The heat is
a hero
Do what you do
I wanna be a hero
Three nails three days taken for me
The sacrifice of a hero that loves me
Three nails three days taken for me
racks, that's what we do
3-9-1-0, we ain't playing by the rules
We came from the bottom, had to grind to the top
We made our own way, bitch we never stop
Yeah
Check it out
They were just
Mp3 files on his mp3
And just silly videos on MTV
Envying the talent made him plant these seeds
Even though everyone
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