paroles de chanson .38 револьвер - La Coka Nostra feat. Big Left
Dudes
are
full
of
jealousy,
they
bitches
and
liars
Pussy
and
cocaine
are
kings
so
the
biscuits
are
fired
Won′t
stop
me
from
fuckin'
or
gettin
snipped
till′
I'm
wired
I'm
just
sayin′
how
I
feel
cause
this
shit′s
got
me
tired
I'm
exhausted,
by
my
street
hustle,
but
it
caused
it
Death
echo
around
in
my
town,
it
had
me
nauseous
And
I
ain′t
talkin'
bout′
the
film
that
you
see
me
in
I'm
talkin′
bout
the
snakes
tryin'
to
kill
him
in
the
green
BM
My
guns
are
loaded,
my
mind
is
out
of
my
head
My
sons
my
motive
my
grind
is
hide
till'
I′m
dead
My
nines
exploded,
my
enemies
started
a
ble-??
Fishes
will
bleed,
once
the
missions
with
me(?)
I′ll
put
a
body
on
it,
wipe
it,
give
you
pistols
for
free
You's
a
small
timer,
ain′t
no
one
as
vicious
as
me
I'm
the
dark
angel
scriptures
that
religits
can
read
This
is
real,
think
its
hard
to
believe?
THE
FUCK
OUTA
HERE!
God
is
great,
guard
your
space
One
hand
wash
the
other,
both
wash
the
face
And
I
heard
crack
so
much,
it′s
hard
to
ace
.38
revolver
flow,
it's
hard
to
trace
God
is
great,
guard
your
space
One
hand
wash
the
other,
both
wash
the
face
And
I
heard
crack
so
much,
it′s
hard
to
ace
.38
revolver
flow,
it's
hard
to
trace
[???????????????]
Like
rockin'
a
rollie
and
polo
Competition
screams
uncle
like
Napoleon
Solo
You
think
education
is
expensive?
try
ignorance
instead
Try
a
pistol
to
your
head,
now
you′re
bringing
in
the
bread
Seal
with
the
fists
Half
a
dozen
gunmen,
hate
amongst
brothers
Once
powerful
empires
crumble
up
into
nothing
Everything
is
started
as
a
thought
So-called
reality
is
a
matrix
that′s
transmitted
by
brain
regions
Across
optical
and
neurological
modules
Throw
cars
with
our
minds
like
Chronicle,
nothings
impossible
I
could
beat
you
with
the
barrels,
then
heat
you
with
the
hollows
Be
in
Giza
with
the
pharaohs,
and
then
have
pizza
at
the
[?]
Brought
the
devil
to
your
house,
say
hi
to
Satan
Then
put
the
metal
in
your
mouth
like
Iron
Maiden
I'm
a
cross
between
Mike
Tyson
and
a
ice
titan
White
lightning,
beats
and
thundering
lyrics
are
quite
frightening
God
is
great,
guard
your
space
One
hand
wash
the
other,
both
wash
the
face
And
I
heard
crack
so
much,
it′s
hard
to
ace
.38
revolver
flow,
it's
hard
to
trace
God
is
great,
guard
your
space
One
hand
wash
the
other,
both
wash
the
face
And
I
heard
crack
so
much,
it′s
hard
to
ace
.38
revolver
flow,
it's
hard
to
trace
Necronomicom-bat
I′ll
leave
it
at
that
Leavin'
the
game,
hallucinations
only
even
the
plain
Look,
I'm
keepin′
it
cane,
I
mean
coke
Replacing
the
pope,
keep
the
long
arm
in
the
coat
You
want
the
serial
killer
shit?
Late
night,
break
in
the
house
Throw
the
dog
a
steak,
and
fuck
your
wife
on
the
couch
I′m
wiping
em'
out,
murder
fuckin′
kids
in
their
bed
Ted
Bundy
cause
I'm
takin′
the
head
Lefts
not
back,
I'm
a
thought,
a
dream,
a
concept
Ready
for
combat,
go
ahead
and
pull
the
trigger
You
want
that,
welcome
to
the
grid
of
reverse
reality
Im′a
use
a
program
mentality,
salary
John
3:
16,
I'm
seeing
the
gleam,
see
in
your
eyes
Seeing
you
believing
the
lies
Motherfuckers
are
never
nice
guys,
remember
that
All
your
faggots
talk
shit
from
the
back,
come
on
man
God
is
great,
guard
your
space
One
hand
wash
the
other,
both
wash
the
face
And
I
heard
crack
so
much,
it's
hard
to
ace
.38
revolver
flow,
it′s
hard
to
trace
God
is
great,
guard
your
space
One
hand
wash
the
other,
both
wash
the
face
And
I
heard
crack
so
much,
it′s
hard
to
ace
.38
revolver
flow,
it's
hard
to
trace
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