Göran

Göran or Jöran (both pronounced [ˈjøːran]) is the Swedish form of George, not to be confused with the Slavic Goran.

Famous namesakes

  • Göran Fransson Swedish Construction Manager living in Fredrikstad Norway
  • Göran Persson Swedish prime minister (1996–2006)
  • Sven-Göran Eriksson, Swedish football coach
  • Göran Philipson, professional chess player and storm chasing pioneer.
  • Göran Folkestad, Swedish musician
  • Göran Gentele, Swedish actor
  • Göran Högosta, Swedish ice hockey player
  • Göran Johansson, Swedish politician, mayor of Gothenburg
  • Göran Lennmarker, Swedish politician
  • Göran Hägglund, Swedish politician, leader of the Christian Democrats
  • Göran Söllscher, Swedish classical guitarist
  • Jöran Hägglund, Swedish politician, secretary of the Centre party.
  • Jöran Persson, Swedish official during the 16th century
  • Podcasts:

    PLAYLIST TIME:

    Witness

    by: K-rino

    Is killing a sin? Is it?
    If it is let our Lord be my Judge
    If I'm above the laws of man, am I above the law of God?
    I did what I had to do and now I gotta suffer the consequence
    I heard a loud gunshot
    Who was it? I don't really know
    All I saw was this cadillac creepin' real slow
    They popped him at McGregor park
    And left him bleedin' on a bench
    Saw a brotha rollin' off wearin' some locs
    And a black trench.
    Hopped in the lac right a round 12 o clock
    Realised that I've saw the whole murder, so he stopped
    Called me over to his window
    Pulled out the glock to me, in the back seat
    The windows rolled up, the doors locked
    He said: I know you saw this murder that just took place
    So I can't let you make it cause I know you saw my face
    But I got one little proposle and that might save you G
    I can kill you now or you can come and work for me
    He saw me thinking so he paused and than removed his locs
    Looked in his eyes
    I realised he wasn't tellin' jokes
    I pictured money, cars and women than my mind went DAMN!
    What's my first assignment?
    [Chorus:]
    Shoot 'em down shoot 'em down
    Commit murder for the cash
    Place his body in the ground
    Friend or foe I got to blast
    Gunfire all around
    This ain't personal, it's business
    I'm bustin' everybody, family members and the witness.
    He started rollin' down a dark street and took a left
    I'm havin' flashes of that fool that just got shot to death
    Flipped to his mansion where all my feel would soon decrease
    Gave me a strap and then they fit me for a new three piece.
    Spent several hours in his office runnin' down a game
    Gave me a map, a brand new pager and a list of names
    And plus a picture of my victim kinda looked familiar
    I know this sucka, what's the deal man? He tried' to kill ya?
    He said: Don't never ask me questions
    Just kill the man
    Complete the job by twelve o' clock
    It's good for 20 grand
    I understand within a week I'm quick to strike a foe
    I'm pullin' moves and make Al Capone look like a hoe.
    Vision the man that went shyfe during his life and done
    Some shit that brought about the murder of his wife and son
    I came up in the village witnessed all them gangsta hits
    Needed a lick so I pulled my gun and cocked it quick
    A killers life it gets rougher when he is bustin' men
    Multiple massacres, murders and human suffering
    Obligated to bring life loss without a consciense
    Funeral services arranged over some non shit
    [Chorus]
    Received a call and got a name, a victim, time to spill em
    His familymembers at my feet begging me not to kill him
    Seven months deep, organised crime, no love in mind
    The man I had to drop was in a wheelchair and blind
    His wife was crying, he lost a batch[? ], trying to work his way up
    But he was 30 gees behind and it was time to pay up
    I never missed a hit, I had a perfect record, check it
    Done witness body shot up, burned and left in kitchen's neggit
    Before some reason, man, I'm feelin' kind of bad bout this one
    I always think my hits so damn, it wouldn't hurt to miss one
    I let him ride, but what about that thirty thousand, Black?
    I say: He gave it back and paid the boss straight out my stack
    Knew from the start that in this game I couldn't have a heart
    All of the tactics I was taught, somehow I came up short
    I told the man about my plan, I thought I left him gutless
    The door flew open, I heard a voice sayin:
    Man you shouldn't have done this!
    It was the boss, he was testin' me to see if I
    Was true to him but since I sold out it was time to die
    I understood and knew the consequences of going left
    Multiple gunshots to the body brought about my death!
    Yeah, a little spinekiller from the mindkiller
    Get with it
    I can get with it
    I can get with it
    I can get with it [fading]
    [Chorus x2]
    And the witness




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