翻訳: デッドボーイズ. 炎下で.
crawl Down in flames Down in flames Red blip, red whine, lock in true Dead boy, dead boy, line on you Dead eyes feeding your dead, dead brain Dead boy
Grain, crown prince of the purple rain No games dunn, runnin the same, bickin the lane Ice drain shoot the rest of the pain, I'm reckless Coressing the flame
's a company man But he should have bowed down his head When they hauled out all the dead But it's business, boys, start 'em up again Down in Jericho
You're a dead man at the robbery You'll be, Adebisi greasy, put him on to me, fuck that I'm a throwin' flames Fanatic, bashin' brains come at it Beat
mind nigga (chorus) (S-Flames) I can feel the girls on my nuts, bout those Rolls and drops Now it's hard to get her off like a Heiniken top I got ten young boys
Threw flacks in the crack game, getchu if I can getchu Since a buck, played the highway, dodgin the troop boys Jumpin in and out of Coupes, wavin for Duke boys
with a country grammar And you think everybody else sound country So they started callin' 'em Bamas Down south where we buy them hammers Down south where we sell them drugs Down
in the room Young boys look at me strange As if I am a relic From some long forgotten game It makes my blood boil Turns my eyes to flames I built an
middle-weights Jumped into a white car without of state plates" And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead
As the earth comes trembling down Would you give her this last night and give up your life With your last breath of air As the earth comes trembling down
?? As I take another hit on this shit nigga you dead Never ask forgiveness told the Lord to give me grace You talked some shit front your boys and as
all the time So keep your two cents before I give your ass a dime Pistol on my waist gon' need a funeral at wake Cuz ima pull that motherf**ker dead
apart was hard stand and askin' where is God, dont you try to play missunder Lord and the rest has been said, say rest in peace 'cause my nigga is dead
forget We are the dead of night We're in the zombie room We're twilight's parasites With self-inflicted wounds We are the dead of night We're in the
into a white car with out-of-state plates" And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead" So they
rippin the microphone and blowin the stage apart. These MC's ain't got no heart they need to quit before they start. Shakin and breakin 'em down
