Текстове на песни:
Curl Up And Die Dead

Превод: Curl Up и Die. Мъртъв.

Fuck the niggas that squable And I hit them back and fourteen hollow, take that 1 - [Carl Thomas] I hear voices inside And I see crime, don't die And

a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up, hit the mob dope So what's up Punk You want what I got step to me wrong fuck around and

was a dry wind And it swept across the desert And it curled into the circle of birth And the dead sand Falling on the children The mothers and the fathers And

, hair braided wit 1000 beads (let's do it again) Mama sittin' on the porch 'till the lights come on (do it a) And when I woke up in the mornin' and my

The city of fear I play dead It stops the hurting I play dead And the hurting stops It's sometimes just like sleeping Curling up inside my private

he'll stand and fight And somewhere a man and wife Can't believe they're waving their girl goodbye For gone are the days of pigtails And curls and candlelight

way? Get up But the pain won't let up, the voices in my head won't shut up I feel I've been set up, I can't even pick my head up I sit paditonic, explode

s dead Thoughts in my head Of mothers and fathers who look at me And I can feel the hatred in their in eyes And it's cold And children are nothing but