Washing off last night's fake blood from an even faker cut Some poor girl's bleedin', bleedin' all over everything I own Merry Christmas, Hare Krishnas
Washing off last night's fake blood From an even faker cut Some poor girl's bleedin', bleedin' All over everything I own Merry Christmas, Hare Krishnas
Tercüme: Sahte Kan. Gemuruh.
Tercüme: Sahte Kan. Mahakarya Cinta.
Tercüme: Movielife. Sahte Kan.
The fire in which you burn was set by us. And you have no say, succomb to our power. The almighty kings have complete control over your life and destiny
Mama say, mama got you in a zig zag And you're running And you're running just to escape it But they're gunning for the money so they fake it Everywhere
top broke off Fix your face, we back on the paper chase Never left, so I ain't gotta take your place Fuck the fake bogus niggaz that ain't notice the
these vampires and blood suckers All I see are these niggas I made millionaires Millin' about, spillin' they feelin's in the air All I see are these fake
And I want to tell you something that you prolly should know This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow And uhhh My real friends never hearin' from me Fake
up? You wanna try your luck You move you weave you bob you got stuck And now you're trippin with your fuckin brain You never seen so much blood pour
get your money how you want to, friend But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win The game of life is only fake and true But it's all
game, give the young G's names Bitches on the jock of the hustlers on the block Jump from gee to gee, similar to a flea Suck the blood out or in this
the West Coast Gotta let this drama go Nineteen eighty six, deep in the mix Me and my team out for cream and jewel-liks The faster, the better, blood
Old school, new schools, New rules, you move, you loose Price of blood, no explanation just because When it come to me I recommend you blend in Them niggers
, big up all you low niggas Biggin' you all up should make you feel a little bigger Big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga Fake niggas, help you
hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Yeah yo, guns go clack, packs go move Blood gettin' draw, skin gon' bruise 'Cause real gon' win, the fake
