and you will find your place And you will run like hell, and you will run like hell And you will run like hell, and you will run like hell
you will find your place And you will, run like hell And you will, run like hell And you will (Run like hell) And you will (Run like hell)
Oversettelse: Rock Kills Kid. Run Like Hell.
bargained for Tical, that stays open like an all nite store For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill
see the dough my click spend in the big Benz They think it's sweet, now we rock Cubans with diamonds in ?em But if they sleep, hell is where I'ma send
in tryin' to stop the crime rate I'm like Two-Face, I'm painful to rappers then you can tell From these shells, how I gotta bend 'em like route canals
wet you like a semen on a hoe breathing slow man I inhale one day you tryna make rent, next day you in jail lord knows he meant well so I take the pencil and write like
So I take the pencil and right like a pen pal So shit that's darker than the tints up on the windshield Welcome to Sin-ville, where niggas on base shit It's lookin' like
flam! Man I catch a lift like Bob Mar-ley, and par-lay On airy clouds I drop, bombs like a Sau-di, Arabian Flocks I rocks like Fabian It's the nipple
die, nobody got to know That I killed your ass in the mist, kid Fillin' clips, he explained our situation Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin' Some kid
here) (Where?) (Titaburough) Give me a few It was like I flew Felt kinda strange it was like I knew Pulled up around 2, late like I do With the
didn't do diddily [Fat Joe] It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'll take an L Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill I'm still the Fat
middleman who didn't do diddily It'll be a cold day in hell the day I'll take an L Make no mistake for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill I'm still the
'd be like, look at me If I was shooting star I be like shooooom If I was a fat bitches thong I'd be like hell nah If I was a hotties thong I'd be like
We get open, we get open, we get open, we get open We get open, we get open, we get Jam Master blastin' through the plaster cause I has ta Hard rocks like to rock
panic Back in the days, I?m off the drugs like a sonna Nigga pushin' boy, kill 'emselves like no other Kid don?t like Blues brothers, cold weather rock
it killed L, Pun, Smalls and Kev, Like bad move, got you looking like you're eavesdropping the devil, And T set the theme to send them to hell, Bet on
