atoned by the Son Confessions of commitment broken A nail driven for every one It's when murder is justice that martyrs are made A one-gun salute for
atoned by the son Confessions of commitment broken A nail driven for every one (of them) Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made A one-gun salute
Translation: Lamb Of God. One Gun.
father atoned by the son Confessions of commitment broken A nail driven for every one (of them) Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made A one-gun
I'm from the South, but my parents are New Yorkin' Shouts out to Albany ? I see you Uncle Norman! Keep your family before friends Cause God is the only one
10 houndred cash neckpiece 30 grand whip cost 300 grand god damn im on a shoppin spre bracelet 20 bags rims cost me 5 grand house cost 500 cash god
said it bluntly I ain't scared of none of y'all monkeys At school my teachers used to flunk me Hopin? one day I turn to junkey But only God can judge
it off and let's get down for the crown [Scoob] Let the place.. rock.. that ill shit [Big] One two.. one two.. one two.. [Scoob] Brooklyn.. JFK, all
Signed your name on the dotted line Your promising future was soon left behind Eyes open wide, god and gun at your side Your hopes and dreams soo fall
enemy and I got A grenade I'mma pull the pin out the sum bitch Pop seventeen sins out the gun clip smokin' dro so fire I was on ten after one bligg Nigga
it off and let's get down for the crown [scoob] let the place.. rock.. that ill shit [big] one two.. one two.. one two.. [scoob] brooklyn.. jfk, all
happy gun There were words on the pavement We were lookin' for the lamb of God We were lookin' for Mark David If you die when there's no one watchin'
Greenpeace to a ring to fill Death come quicker When you shoot to kill Watch out, but your merry, sleep with your gun Show me the sign innocent one
me God, at the end of time they're screaming on their knees oh let them die! oh let them die! [CHORUS] "The wrath of the Lamb!" the martyrs cry "break
me God, at the end of time!" they're screaming on their knees Oh, let them die! Oh, let them die! [CHORUS] "The wrath of the Lamb!" the martyrs cry
Give no extension on the lynchin' It's tension if the name of the Clan is mentioned It's the aura that's felt, that causes one to flash his gun And reveal
it off and let's get down for the crown [scoob] let the place.. rock.. that ill shit [big] one two.. one two.. one two.. [Scoob] Brooklyn.. jfk, all
