some military action It's the shadow of your death here to take your last breath So run mothafucka cause I'm blastin [Mr. Shadow] Fat boy fat boy where
翻訳: ミスターシャドー. あなたの死の影.
takes is a bullet, you'll be shaking in your shoes What kind of death do you choose? Homicide or suicide? Circle one, call me Gato 'cause the cat got your
hatchet in the air screamin fuck y'all! I'm the urban legend in your back seat With a hook to your head while your rollin down the street Most people
the Wild West I reckon Hold up a second, lost my breathe and Take it from the top bitch or do somethin' Mr. Method runnin' in your session With nothin
to dimes, and dimes turn to ones Your pockets is getting young son, so [Chorus] [Magic] Close and personal with the sorrow Connected with the, crooked to fire your
me caught up in your head Dissect you, detect my style like Ceausescu Sell your soul, libido, jeopardize, pulverize your ego Dice and slice your skills, your
right now, Mr. Dibs will save the day I'll make your day out of play doh, wait, give me a beat from eight-oh wait happened to your lips, you can'
mister trenchcoat yes we have met Hey mister trenchcoat I know you're really Mr. Death You hide from us turn your face away I think you don't
all these daydreams, and all our breaths which dream idly into deaths, deaths: at all these deaths, I remember you beautiful with love and fear with swooping hair biting the words our of your
And God's hanging sideways, holding your head high Cruising through a block, so you past a dreads Now the dreads are looking hard at your face Mr. Fly
trigger You stare when you see The Shdaow comin Beware mothafuckas start runnin Death makes a mothafucka shiver You best keep your shit up on the trigger [Mr. Shadow
got my girl in the drugs187 on every single one of you putos kaping on suckas I got the death code all over you motha fucka its shadow and lil eazy
[Mr. Shadow] Whats up mothafuckas, Mr. Shadow's back up in this bitch For that triple 6 1 triple 9 the beyond entertainment way Now this album is dedikated
[Mr. Shadow] Yeah, it's the shadow of your death One more time at your ass Money and Greed caused all these evil deeds So watch your ass mothafucka I
keep a distance I'll make your death a mystery like some unlistent Pistol whippin and unloadin the clip on naybody trippin Shippin em out without doubt You should of know what Shadows
[Mr. Shadow] It's the master of the dark Stalkin anybody talking about the incident Tryin to blow it like if I was the president Narcotic selling resident
