Crooked preacher killa Crooked preacher killa Crooked preacher killa Crooked preacher killa Crooked preacher killa Crooked preacher killa Crooked
Wah, told my niggaz you was lookin' for C From the CP3 Forever true 'til I'm dead Do ya still love me? Lookin for it, check this out, ya know I heard
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amidst rank autopsies... NH2(CH2)4NH2...Putrescine! C5H14N2...Cadaverine! NH2(CH2)4NH2...Putrescine! C5H14N2...Cadaverine! Gorges rise and heave with
We have our ways to make you die Your request for a pleasant death has been denied 1,000 degrees disintegration above the knees C-4 plastique strapped
Foriegn cars and foreign hoes ( repaeat word twice ) c'mon lets go Pimp C : Yeah Mayne, Kno Wat Im Talkn Bout Dis My first solo album b*tch I Aint
Sunset, red clouds, horizon The smell of death pollutes the air Breaching, preaching walking A silent man crawls from his lair Lights are all fading
[C-Murder: talking] Fuck them bitches Ladies, I ain't forget about y'all I'm down for my bitches too you heard me TRU Records respect us I'd die for my
Foriegn cars and foreign hoes (repaeat word twice) C'mon let's go [Pimp C:] Yeah Mayne, Kno Wat I'm Talkn Bout Dis My first solo album bitch I Ain't
(feat. Bun B, Scarface, Willie D) [Intro: Pimp C] Uh! Uh! Check one two, one two, one two bitch! (bitch!) It's goin down (goin down!).. know what I'm
for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life All I want is money chasing paper after dead presidents Screwed Up Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click
Oh my god I could barley sit down to write this line, And I'd give anything to hear your fucking voice again, So apathetic and I know you must be dead
Oh my god I could barely sit down to write this line, and I'd give anything to hear your fucking voice gain. So apathetic and I know you must be dead
(feat. Capone, Montez) [C-Murder:] Wahhhhhh! (Told my niggaz you was lookin' for me) It's your boy C, from the CP3 Forever true 'til I'm dead (Do ya
one night We got in a little fight Geezer come with a knife in his fist I got cut along with the wrist said A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B., A.C.A.B. All cops are
We have our ways to make you die Your request for a pleasant death has been denied 1,000 degrees Disintegration above the knees C-4 plastique, strapped
Traducción: Nota C. Ride 4 Homiez My.
Traducción: C-4. Contradixiones.
