stays open all night Out for love You know we're out for love babe Love, love, love Out for love You know we're out for love There's no control, it'
译文: 屠宰. 不及之爱.
destined for J's in the cell I can make you a reservation to hell Then blow you out the water, I'm out of your order Me verse any rapper is slaughter
out of this slump, rise from these ashes Come right back on they asses and go Mike Tyson on these bastards And Imma show 'em, blow 'em out the water slaughter
and we quicker to slaughter The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out We run up in there, everybody come out, don't nobody run out Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out
get mad frustrated when I rhyme Thinking of all the kids who try to do this For all the wrong reasons Seasons change, mad things rearrange But it all stays the same like the love
is a threat to society She has shown a blatant disregard for the law And has killed six fine law enforcement agents in the line of duty For these vicious
hot as a motherfucker out here Oh word, you bet I'm gettin' the fuck out of here man Yeah, me too Oh I forgot to tell you Willya called for you Willya
were respected Kids talkin' back was never accepted Get spanked and your mouth got washed out with soap But kids nowadays will curse out old folks Then
Players Court First case is the State vs. Fate Wilson A.K.A. Baby Flex You bein' charged wit home invasion and hoe slaughter For fuckin' another nigga
It's my, survival instinct that keeps my head above the water Everyday I show another how a I love a slaughter Flood your daughter, full of more holes than spurges Taxin' businessmen for
Posted up in the cut to make a buck I had to sell 'nuff drugs Showed up an rolled up, bubbled tough thugs that love to bust slugs I had much love from
were wrong No, I was not in that porn 'On Golden Blonde' Got it going on, more James Bond than Sean John Conned James Cahn for a ticket to Cannes And I Love
till' it makes a queef And sounds like a fuckin' whoopee cushion Who the fuck is it pushin'? You must have Mistook me for some sissy soft punk Lookin' for
around doing chores for your dad Playing a duck, wearing sweaters and shoes Chilling with pop just listen to the blues And talking to your mom about a love for
-out kid when my trigger's at cock I'll be carrying out bodies stiff as a rock Carrying out a million dollars in my pockets and hand But i carry out orders
do it for the people, I do it for the love I do it for the poet, I do it for the thug This is for victory, and this is for the slaughter I do it for
