الأغاني:
War Of Words From The Killing Fields

Blastin' me, your family, rest in coffins often Frank Wizzard, far from soft or fragilla Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer Slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer

I gotta give you the 411, shit is straight 911, word) It's $2.50, nigga, back the fuck up! Talk to me... (Word, them blue ninjas is everywhere Word, watch

it's fire for ya Water, don't need none let it burn Let it be known that it's my turn, let 'em turn Be concerned with these words I got Whatever they sayin about the Line, we better kill

because the fuckin' armee called me And it's all out war, niggas fall out For reasons thats now unknown, check this shit I got the illest, the realest, hard for kids to kill

s at Okay we go out in the streets and we get the word We hit up anybody that we think selling them birds Them fuckin moolignanis don't want no war' C

the Clans The leader of the Highlands and we have come here for blood and victory Pre Chorus Before my army I speak the great words of war: Brothers

the wicked Stand and deliver me from this c'mon, c'mon Go against the grain, break the chains Get out escape from the killing fields With the power

Love's in the danger zone Stiletto heels - run for your life Shoot me down in flames Kill my alibis.. When we're talking every word is an act of war

field they say Apollo And Carl wont kill u but a hater will. my meal ticket just startin to cash in breathin key movin when i bail on my last win. everybody start from