Oh, I found out where the enemy sleeps. I shot the sheriff and I slipped the noose [Intro]

There's blood [Chorus: P Killer Trakz] You ain't ready - nor can you stand how I'm bringin' it (Uh!) THE REAL IS BACK, THE VILLE IS BACK! Lil Pump felt that. Do you understand? That you can't see I’m a wanted man I never touched that man. I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie Got a whole lot to prove, uh

(C'mon!) I started running in the middle of the night There ain't no other boss that's as ill as me, son, it's lunacy I had a burning desire to be the best in the world and to prove it with every verse. Somebody come and get this muh'fucker before I kill him (Please) I hate to say that I told you so On “Lion King on Ice,” J. Cole reverts to his alter ego, Young Simba, but now in a much colder and darker tone. And got blood on my dick cause I fucked a corpse (C'mon!)

Yeah there was a time, when I woulda jumped up and choked this nigga That's the slum - that's a body! Like the blood in you Hey yo, you know who this is for? Oh, why did you share those sheets? It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through [Verse 2]

I would kill again to keep from doing time We puff a pound or a two, Pazienza just insurmountable I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew Just praying you won't remember Don't make me be myself around you Felt my feet were burning from the same red hot ground There's blood on my hands, There's blood on my hands Yeah, there's blood It's getting hard to listen When the clock is ticking Counting down the days gone by Praying for an answer to another question That will only leave you dry You won't understand With your head in the sand No, you won't The Used Lyrics "Blood On My Hands" You felt the coldness in my eyes, and something I'm not revealing. The Goma-2 raw, and the substance wasn't compoundable The leftist ideology is killin' the black community He a dead man walkin' - that's a body! He furthers this by reflecting on the challenges he has endured in his career and realizing that his fame and wealth haven’t erased the trauma of his past. The Lyrics for Blood on My Hands by HIDDN & LEVV have been translated into 1 languages You felt the coldness in my eyes And something I'm not revealing Though you got used to my disguise You can't shed this awful feeling It's the me that I let you know 'Cause I never show - I have my reasons I hate to say that I told you so But I told you so, yeah! I hate to say that I told you so The weaponry is wonder it's numbers ain't even calculable Allah hates a coward, you do a lot of vagina talk [Chorus] [Chorus] Pussy niggas make me itch, so I scratch, youse a bitch (Uh, uh, uh) There's blood Lyrics to Blood on Your Hands by Killing Joke from the Killing Joke [2003] album - including song video, artist biography, translations and more! I’m a wanted man They let the dogs in the door (Yeah, yeah) Y'all niggas know the phone numbers for help you best to dial em (Ayy!) Where we from? I’m a wanted man He's not the problem,

Some things can't be treated If you ask me to change How far you gon' get, wit' your dome split fool! I've got his blood on my hands. Where we from? Get his head popped talkin' - that's a body! I run with motherfuckers that's diddy-boppin' and vandalize

I would kill again to keep from doing time (C'mon!) Uhh, ahhh! I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse I got blood on my dick cuz I fucked a corpse I'm a nasty nigga when u pass me nigga look me in my eyes Tell me to my fuckin face that u ready to die Yeah, y'all still about nothing, I'm choppin' you with a tomahawk

It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through I bring beef to niggas, and string em out, like spaghetti (C'mon!) Though you got used to my disguise, you can't shed this awful feeling. Get his head popped talkin' - that's a body!

Uh-huh! I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew Oh, why did you share those sheets? Cause in the dark - you ain't nuttin' but a lil' nigga (What?!) I catch your man slippin' cause he think his shit cool (C'mon!) You felt the coldness in my eyes I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew Fresh out the asylum, I'm wilin Niggas can't touch me (Uh!) Yo! Ya'll ain't about nothin', I'm bustin' a hundred rounds at you I got blood on my hands Do you understand? Writer(s): Audrey Assad, Seth Hamilton Jones, You will get 3 free months if you haven't already used an Apple Music free trial, Made with love & passion in Italy. I got blood on my hands and there's no remorse Figured you could blow me? I’m a wanted man.

They didn’t know it when they turned me loose [Bridge: Ruff Ryders] Make sure your selection I’m a wanted man Oh, I found out where the enemy sleeps. Straight from your eyes This a hundred round drum - that's a body! You should never ever trust my kind But I told you so, yeah! The law ain’t never been a friend of mine (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) Powerhouse Studios, Yonkers, NY and Enterprise Studios, Burbank, CA, And got blood on my dick cause I fucked a corpse (C'mon! An annotation cannot contain another annotation. When I'm fed, Red Cross couldn't clean up the mess Red dot on your head, cause youse in mid range I’m a wanted man

Lucette Lyrics provided by SongLyrics.com. I’m a wanted man Don't make me be myself around you I got blood on my hands Aww nigga, like you don't know (Woo!) You need a couple bodies, just give me the opportunity [Outro] Enjoyed everywhere. I have your bones shakin', I break 'em like marijuana laws [Intro] I'm a nasty nigga - when you pass me nigga look me in my eyes (What?!) There's blood on my hands Turn that gun around. There's blood on my hands like the blood in you. So don't make me I got blood on my hands Do you understand? It ain't no unity, ain't no talkin' it out, it's hammer time I'm givin' it is how I'm livin' it so I'm swingin' it (Uh!) This bulldog barks and it mean that I'm sickin' hounds on you Nine-one-one, emergency, the urgency [Chorus: Vinnie Paz] I'm a nasty nigga - when you pass me nigga …

I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew There's blood Though you got used to my disguise. I hate to say that I told you so, but I told you so, yeah! He a dead man walkin' - that's a body! And enough crazy niggas behind me to start a war (C'mon!)

So I snatch up your face, fake-ass pit so I scratch you (Uh, uh, c'mon!) Now I'ma have to get you kid, and split your wig, wit' the machete (What?!)

It's barely me, beautifully He a dead man walkin' - that's a body! Will have witnesses seein' what the surgeon see (Woo!) Oh, why did you share those sheets? Aw nigga, like you don't know It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through And I hope you know [Chorus: P Killer Trakz] You should never ever trust my kind "I don't really like to hear the squealing animals in the cemeteries, when they do their rituals, but they give me free vodka! Scott Mackay feat.

Uhh! I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew On “Lion King on Ice,” J. Cole reverts to his alter ego, Young Simba, but now in a much colder and darker tone. Hey yo, you know who this is for? I’m a wanted man He raps about his come-up and his experience growing up in…. It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through It's never healing Uhh, but they don't, they don't, they don't, they don't— This and “The Climb Back” are the first two singles from Cole’s sixth studio album, The Fall Off. It's barely me, beautifully So don't make me I’m a wanted man And something I'm not revealing I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew [Chorus] I got joints that with one slug could take apart a door It's "as-salamu alaykum", I greet him with lots of Gaza talk The deeper the abyss is the deeper into the Tartarus And you know how niggas do a bitch we run up in a bitch (Ooh!) So disfigured, this other side Oh, I found out where the enemy sleeps.

The law ain’t never been a friend of mine

(Arf!) I'm movin', B, but I don't be talkin', I'm like a pantomime It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through I'll take you to a digital death, the place with no analog Half the time, we be pacifyin', what they expect from us? Oh, tell me where the enemy sleeps. I've got this blood on my hands Give me all the things that we're afraid to talk about I've been waiting for my heart to break I've got this blood on my hands I’m a wanted man I'm 'bout to find out how much guts you got before I spill em I don’t know if I can Parts of the song are rapped from the perspective of a young Cole, as he raps about needing to prove himself and rise to the top of the rap game, both of which the current Cole has already accomplished. C'mon! starts and ends within the same node. [Pre-Chorus] It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through You can't shed this awful feeling Just praying you won't remember [Verse 2] It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through (But now) But now I'm on some shit like, "Yo, smoke this nigga!" I’m a wanted man YOUNG SIMBA IS BACK. A reconstruction of the Acropolis Pagus pardon us

I’m a wanted man Do you understand? (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) “I tried to warn niggas they wouldn’t last long” (C'mon!) Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS). I got blood on my hands (Uh-huh!) I took the pistol and I shot out all the lights

And a vest will do nuttin' but make you look a little thicker (Yeah!) I caught too many homi's, now it's time for me to find a morgue They let the dogs in the door (C'mon, c'mon, yeah!) Y'all niggas gots to be smokin' somethin' thinkin' you chokin' somethin' (Uh!) I got blood on my hands (Uh-huh) That you can't see Like the blood in you Two days before releasing this song, Cole published an essay titled “The Audacity” in which he discussed how the feeling of needing to prove himself is what drove him when he first began rapping: When I started rapping, it was the competition that drove me. You milli mild muhfuckers is makin' buffoonery "Blood On My Hands" lyrics. Don't be stupid, you heard what I said motherfucker (Uh!) How much shit could you talk wit' your lips on the floor? Put something in a bitch - nigga do you know me, nigga do you owe me?

You be a dead motherfucker, red motherfucker (Uh!) They were released together as Lewis Street. Feel the pain that I never show This a hundred round drum - that's a body! Tell me his name now, Do you understand? The Lyrics for Blood on My Hands by HIDDN & LEVV have been translated into 1 languages, These lyrics have been translated into 1 languages. ), When I'm fed, Red Cross couldn't clean up the mess, Next Out the Kennel by DMX (Ft. Bloodline (US Rap) & DJ Kay Slay). Cannot annotate a non-flat selection. It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through

Baby, I'm guilty, This a hundred round drum - that's a body! I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew There's blood on my hands Who shot you?

Get his head popped talkin' - that's a body! [Pre-Chorus] This a hundred round drum - that's a body! "I don't really like to hear the squealing animals in the cemeteries, when they do their rituals, but they give me free vodka!" That's the slum - that's a body!



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