in the sky, (Bring fingertips together over the head.) Drive the nails in straight and true, (Hammer with one fist on the other.) Build a house for
Traduction: Paroles Enfants. Construire une maison.
hoppin out of buildings clock millions when you speak my killers come and pop children rock civilans,Ak's-223's drop cielings you'll make it out alive just paralyzed God's willing Rap-A
a city harmony a common theme but these complications now make life a bit uneasy hallowed buildings scrape the sky voices ride the airwaves once a
bothered to look There was something behind the rags Oh there was a look in his eyes It was something you'd never forget He lived badly A broken shack
for my turf I ride or die for Makaveli the legendary war thug ni**a Kadafi betta unslug this ni**a, Seike betta undrug this ni**a Out of the buildin we street children
the door, The drag lines an' the shovels they was a-humming. 'Til one day my brother Failed to come home The same as my father before him. Well a long
off my premises A yo Lord is you a friend of his Mouth him back to John and show this nigga just who the winner is The presence of a small town I diminish
It's nice to see a friendly face come peeping through You'd better know what you're going through now You came back here to find your home is a black
I came like a flame in the night Like a ghost in the dark, there's a ray, there's a light There's a hope there's a spark But when planets collide, they
It crawled from under the rock After the dog pound Crushed the buildings I got a family to feed Im the middle of 9 children We can talk about a loan
through And I want to fly too Oh I want to fly to ya? Children get out, out of the buildings Get out of the buildings and into the fields Young faces
Ford Coppola rhyming Building a universe inside solitary confinement I'd reverse Rockefeller laws and bring Mumia home And serve the President freestyling offa the dome A
with a gun, can bust slugs Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood Even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club But only a real thug can
people coming home after corporate share croppin And fuck flossin, mothers are trying to feed children But gentrification is kicking them out of their building A
a gun, can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club but only a real thug can stab