sheep The message sent for his deployment at only twenty-three Promised to be there for a short time His mother looks at photos Passed down from a family
Traducción: No Use For A Name. Killing Time.
the sheep The message sent for his deployment at only twenty-three Promised to be there for a short time His mother looks at photos Passed down from a
need a key We get in for free No VIP sleaze Drink that Kool-Aid Follow my lead Now you're one of us You're coming with me It's time to kill the lights
on this bitch like a spa massage we all know your last name is what got you a job you use to put together gimmicks something like a collage since you
my game I stuck around St. Petersburg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the Czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain I rode a tank Held a
for? I got a partner, got a plan for some dough And if you're down, you can pick up yourself a pretty penny Be in town in a minute Now be sure if you
discussed over dinner how she would die before the day was done. So I caught her just in time, to have a little fun, and you could use a little sun.
go We discussed over dinner how she would die before the day was done So I caught her just in time to have a little fun And you could use a little sun
if I changed? I'll change everything but my name Play it again and I'll come around, come around But not for the last time, not for the last time You
my master, it's making me bust Hip-hop is suffering, meaning I'm a necessity, if nothing But you like every other rapper, cornrows and a bandana But I get a
Jesus 'cuz for me he did die Curiosity killed the catechism Understanding and wisdom became the rhythm that I played to And became a slave to master self A
RHYMES I can remember times when for a 40 I had to beg for bucks Nobody really gave a, so I had to beg for fucks Now what do niggaz do when they got
face. No time to conversate. This ain't the time or place. Watch me have to whoop a nigga a** Like my name was Billy blanks. This left a leave ya. Then
what's the reason for a gym Ain't hot enough to even work up a sweat I been fire since Wu days with The Perfect Cassette So when you mention my name these
can make her moan When I'm done wit her, she'll want to take a nigga to Rome Give me a hour, I'll have her blowing up my phone Like a stem to a stone
