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ترجمة: القتل الموت. الذين بقوا.
disrespect In a second use a weapon smith and westin or attack Youngster or fucking vest who's get checked or to the next Who gets rest pistol gripping always-staying
only the weak, will try to speak Those who are quiet, will always cause riots There's three types of people in the world Those who don't know what happened Those who
a killer, the phantom of all niggas who wanna be "Nina"a?¦ But listena?¦ I kill a bitch in a vision of "Milli-Vanilli"a?¦ Motherfuckers who's being murdered by
nigga still breathin' hard from the last song 'Cause out here it's either mash or get mashed on Rest in peace to all those who done passed away (R.I.
? * The authority of those who oppress us Is supported, maintained and defended By those who are themselves the most oppressed; Those who, because they
gun is kept I will employ it's services If I need to stop their plot from being murderous Can't be a victim of fool who stick 'em They walk through
you gon' have to imagine Call me a prophet 'cause I predicted what's gon' happen I began the paper, stackin' at those Who be paper snatchin', will emerge
my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just some dumb mechanic's wife I'm gonna be Roxie Who says that murders not an art? And who in case she doesn't hang
the pigs, tell them the rooster's back Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is back I'm still by your side, no matter who comes strapped Fuck Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who
pigs, tell them the rooster's back Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is back I'm still by your side, no matter who comes strapped Fuck Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who
now you gon' have to imagine Call me a prophet cause I predicted what's gon' happen I began the paper, stackin at those who be paper snatchin, will emerge
see your hands! Let's see your hands, everybody, hands! Everybody let's see some hands! Huh? Don't nobody move! Don't get out of the car, stay where
back. Kill the white noise until the sun's black. Moonwalk around New York City and get murdered by flocks of sheep, Who square dance circles inside
middle buried right under it Especially if you double-bagged it Ya victim'll stay a faggot in fragments forever stagnet [Chorus] Dead Body Disposal For those
