March 2008
Men till slut kom jag ut jag ba' vingla runt
Jag har 2 olika skor det här va himla skumt
Det är så här att man lär sig nog aldrig av felen
Men man spelar spelet efter spel
My words are weapons
(I use em to crush my opponents)
My words are weapons
(Never show no emotion)
My words are weapons
(I use em to kill whoever steppin to me)
My words are like weaponry on a r
Yeah, yea
This shit sound like..
one two o'clock in the mornin with the full moon out
Niggaz in they trucks creepin
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches
[Verse One]
Yeah, team s
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