Lyrics:
Spread the vibe
I'm living it
Up
City be sinnin
I'm praisin
My God
My team be
Winnin
We workin to hard
Hatin
On me
You killin
Yo heart
Hitting them
Muffled sound of fist on flesh
Blows to chest
No breath
Air gasps
You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch!
With each hit, each kick, each,
Muffled sound of fist on flesh
Blows to chest
No breath
Air gasps
You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch!
With each hit, each kick, each,
Angelina. Oh, Angelina
I see pieces of men marching; trying to take heaven by force
I can see the unknown rider, I can see the pale white horse
In God's
Nigga nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that
don't do lucky charm rabbit feet or rosaries
'I'm the new Death Row' by myself no reprieve It's like I can't wait to die for these beliefs Ooh careful you
I remind you
Of scars only seen by God,
Who keeps account of each souls pain
By weighing the bags that have grown so big,
They almost block my
time, undecided then I drove by it
Benz coupe with the white tires, was a prototype
In the 305, drivin' 105
On the 95, hammer on my side
I've been way
Massachusetts, where this is
Happenin'. They got three stop signs, two police officers, and one police
Car, but when we got to the scene of the crime, there
by little inches
Now actress bitches suck my dick and do my dishes
+Kiss the Girls+ I'm world renown
For collecting bitches bi-coastally without Morgan
to us
It's World War 3, ain't nobody to trust
White man got a plan to see us all locked up
Instead of killin up yo own kind, focus yo mind
Check ya
misunderstood
It’s a battle in demand sealed lips divide
Across the block emcees Rocking black through to white
Is it guts, skill or knowledge on the mic?
SUV
Destroying the youth and denying the truth
In your little white house of lies
World doomed to divide
By the guns we provide
To the terrorists we
eastside shit on the speakerphone
I send work out to Georgia, it's all peachy though
Coke's all white, you think it was bleached by Ichigo
Getting money,
three things
How special you are, the purpose you come with
And the reason your here, God bless you
demons slippin'
It's calm and committing
On God, I ain't quitting
I'm not a midget
And she's a 10, man
I caught in skidding
Death I am skipping
My dreams
call me NASCAR, nASCAR
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park
The White Trash God kneel before General Zod
This planet's Krypton – no, Asgard, Asgard
The debris gathers
Time starts to shiver
By heart's blood
If I dissolve into your body
If I hoped to find
White light in your soul
If together we fall
Intro: (All White G)
Oh yeah man
This this is gon be somethin' no-one's bound to forget for the rest of their lives
God
The amount of effort that
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
shot
So he knew it was time to kill
Bust one shot if your blood still pumping
Bust two shots if you're really 'bout something
Three little pigs
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
Only child living, delicate daughter, chosen by the gods
Kaygun will be Khan
The future appeared to Aykora, in his dream
This is the end of Erlik, lock
as a passerby that stares
Or more discreet like those that sleep Inside demonic lairs
Tied and bound by their own will, gods that have forgot
Shells of what
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