Letras:
Pro Pain Get Real

self inflicting genocidal wounds that never heal... So get real United we stand, divided we'll fall You've poisoned our sons and drowned us in alcohol Now Im gonna get

is from the old school He abide by the old rules And our Pro-Tools is 38 longs The crime rate will inflate and the murder rate is strong How could we get

for dope when tryin' get live hoes Skams ain't for slow besides i ride rough you just ain't a pro (So what?) It take pain to grown no name to know (Ha

baby don`t stop it We can do it like Chris Brown girl and get it poppin Man I`m a pro, look I`m far from a rookie Girl get your pretty self over here

a slingshot; step to this and get an ass-whoopin' like Rodney King got. Or get beat to your death like Cochise, my laws is no peace, fuck the police. MCs get

was it that Judd you know how it go all my partnas cut, all my partnas tight we gonna get kill, leys get fried tonight and we can get blitz and jam some

is from the old school he abide by the old rules and our pro-tools, is 38 longs The crime rate will inflate, and the murder rate is strong How could we get

out on my ememies, taking out all my enemies Any coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we bringing flowers And memories and that's real, press

, searching for a cure Us youngsters indeed we deserve much more It's war 'cause we don't get along with each other God damn we need to get it together for real