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Vertimas: Princas. Iš kančios Screams.
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you Hold up (AHHH!) [Wilhelm scream] Hit a nigga with the Jay-Z hold up - huhldup [hold up]! Take a drink for my niggas (Gulping) You lil' fruit (Aha) [Vincent Prince
finger prints I said, "Wait you can't arrest me I'm the fresh prince" I demand that you release me you incompetent fool You can't arrest me I'm the prince
You niggaz deserve an oscar, playin' doctor I'ma silence you niggaz as if I was ? and ? For 2Pac ya dropped nigga who shot ya Saw this beam light, scream
gleamin', doubt "He's back from actin', he's screaming out How he practiced rap and now he's devout Every album track packs what he's about In the past he passed with passion
fo', good, but in my Styrofoam good and muddy We block bleeders , leavin' your neighborhoods good and bloody We grippin' that woodler, bud it, sit back and scope it Pay attention to Prince
feet Over past men in righteous sleep The princes pale the life that failed Poisoned they too once had their day Dance over the graves And scream
[Verse One: Biz Markie] This is a story about without a doubt When I'm done, you will all scream and shout They always say time is on our side If it is
yo hold up The flow so cold but O gon' and heat it up No need for introduction Six albums and I?m still gunning You listening to prince of hip hop and the prince
Get, get, get down Uh uh uh New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration Prince from Queens
Mama Morton] Let's try. If you want my gravy Pepper my ragout Spice it up for Mama She'll get hot for you When they pass that basket Folk contribute
vulgar delight I scream through my bars at the stars That for these crimes of mine solace me I will fear not the flames that to passion are tame Not
the joy of pain. I m NASTUR the great black one king of the damned. Prince of destruction through these arts I puke my passion of uninvited dissection
some in norweiga wit a broke neck Wu-tang, seven death blows Explore the globe, Stand in shallow water and slaughter those who oppose The passionate