Вершы:
Dead Stop Rather Be Nothing

hate the world, at least that?s what you say, you are a fucking joke / but you are a stupid fuck with a stupid little brain / i?d rather be nothing than be

cause they scared of giving birth How will I feed this baby? How will I survive, how will this baby shine? Daddy dead from crack in '85, mommy dead from

room For weeks and months, stinking up the class Until somebody noticed then they throw me in the trash I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus He nothing but an old dead

your dead I'd rather cut that neck in half I'd rather choke out that bitch ass I'd rather chop and never stop Because you fucked my homie I'd rather

Gyeah, I need to talk to you, okay Can I talk to you? Come on, come on, come on Hey, let me holla at you Come on, come on, come on Yo, stop runnin' from

tha Z Yeah, Warren LA indo, gangster and mack mo Bullets at your window, dangerous Ruthless, hostile, unforgiven, who gave you permission To try to stop

can't be, what we be We afficial nast! [chorus] [fredro starr] When I was born, I never thought that I could be like that ? up on their back, block

miss my mother badly, I was a sideways baby, always will be. to start the party right you're probably gonna have to kill me. I can't be held accountable

real he said if I had nothing to hide Then of course I wouldn't mind if he looked through our ride man No uh, I'd really rather you didn't and no we