Tercüme: Unutulmuş Rebels. Bu Açık Smash.
TOO MANY VOICES SCREAMING IN MY HEAD I'LL SMASH IT OPEN AND SET THEM FREE I threatened once to take a gun and kill them all They enthusiastically encouraged me It
it's these tactics that he daily practice They gonna let you don't have it? Have it, runnin up you sons of bastards Blast it, we sons of assassins Match it
This is life this ain't a job, Audemare and Shapor, Just symbolize I go hard, Navy on navy Camaro I did it all for the Yankees, Did it all for New York
say tomorrow never dies, But he forgot to tell you 'you can'. You can have a sicker clan than Wu-Tang, But when your time's up, that's it, it's you fam
that, fought that won that Lost that and got it right back, you better listen [Hook - 2x] Quit being hard headed (yeah I hear you mayn) Open your ears
shaking bloodied hand scrapes the finished wood As I punch furiously on her box, I first see a crack, then it starts to widen Smashing through the
point, v'fer grams off his beeper Let it be, come see me, I've got the same shit cheaper Check the spot, the whole shit's hot It's dead on the block
of the books and books I'd forgotten that I had These paperbacks, they know their age they smell Of weight and time that's resting warm The opened box
Verse 2 I'm getting chronicked out or should I say fucked up ? ? one g and it's three of us I seen my face on the news and it's time to chill But I
you not to get involved with explosives Skull opened like Iron Maiden Eddy, kaput, finished Wanted excitement, you died for it, you pushed it to the limit [Chorus 2X: Jamey Jasta] Push it
see the light smashed up my sanity smashed up my integrity smashed up what i believed in smashed up what's left of me smashed up my everything smashed
mr bubble 187 did I do it with an ak, another day a nigga dead up in the Alleyway Why did I do it, it's my pistol and I packed it, I think they need to
She's too complex Then we sex Open legs To the vein I complain Sniff cocaine Harder back, heart attack Smack to my vein Smash down the walls Smash down
will I teach yaa, but it's these tactics that he daily practice They gonna let you Don't have it? Have it, runnin up you sons of bastards Blast it, we
It's tight on our end call that bubbafranks, Matter fact it's too tight add a couple links, I'm the barstender you a women drink, Yeah it's young money
