how you've been synching Long distance century buzzes and fades I wonder why you've not resigned Previews processions and parades You've got to grind, grind
Traduction: L'Église. Moudre.
back And do your work to the max The payoff's much sweeter than the payback Even the haysack needle wouldn't play that So let's pray at, church (church
to focus, go ahead and watch me glow [Charles Hamilton:] Rey Mysterio flow, stayin' clear Of makeup-smeared hatin' queers, makin' clear this is spiritual Though a spirit you owe, church
battery in back so small wonder, its been a long summer, and I've been on my grind, we killin shows out in london like I'm on my grind, I think I'm Larry
want a nigga, but think that you can't have a nigga Don't cheat yourself, instead treat yourself If you scared go to church, I know it hurts To find
spit You can throw it up Or choke on it And you can dream So dream out loud You know that your time is coming 'round So don't let the bastards grind
And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel There's one for everytime I had to grind up in
star A star, do you wanna be a star? Can't find your, lane but you wanna be, wanna be a star [Krayzie Bone] I know the grind, she tryin to be a star,
gotta mine to the grind My mental be stressed on my pistol my only untensil for cheddar It's on the level war Whatever my mind is my church and my kids
I, need to make this music work or move from the Earth I'm preachin' fire, need a choir, 'bout to take you all to church My congregation bombed the nation
I've been now sauntering Out and down the path sometime Come on, it takes me nowhere, which I knew Faces everywhere pulling grins and signs in things
I've been now sauntering out and down a path sometime Come on it takes me nowhere which I know Faces everywhere pulling grins and signs and things Telling
Never get in the herd Never get into church Never cook in your life Buried 6 feet under dirt Never hate Never envy others Cause they getting cake Never grind
born to spit it The coroner has kept me warm through the storms of winter Ignored the pain and struggle when it's time for dinner We huddle together and grind
a fuck if it's your record And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh See the way I coming, how I do the game, church Ask somebody, you gotta
is talkin to us, Big Pun is witnessin While they souls still glistenin in ghettos from Compton to Brooklyn the shells cry, every hood's anthem Where everybody goes to church