need for any speed or rush All you own is on the floor I'm buying all you're gonna give Is this where you live Coffee stories the lying truth Electric
Traduction: L'Église. Est-ce là que vous habitez.
Sydney in the Sheraton lobby Grab my coattails and get a grip (Grab 'em) You want the truth? Well, the truth is This is it, pointin' out the differences This is
this and after that you drink champagne and cut off you foot. In a place something on that ya see we is all caught on our neck for you When them work
God's mad disciple, a righteous title, for the Word he heard he so misunderstood. Though simple minded, a crippled man, to know this man is to fear this
ground* These niggaz is still fuckin talkin? You nigga still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight Aight, it's the Raid on you All day You punk mutha-fuckas
no nigga gon watch ya back for you like you When someone is broke and down and out without no clout it's rough At least you know who you can and who you
hole where they were whiskey drunk and now that's where I wanna pray The fire down here goes on and on If I was perfect then this would be easy Either road is
insane Somewhere dawn Is breaking Light is streaking Across the floor Church bells Are ringing I wonder who They're ringing for Travel under any star You'll see me Wherever you
been looking for her even clear through Tennessee Feel like my soul is beginning to expand Look into my heart and you will sort of understand You brought me here, now you
made them want to come and blow you away? There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that No one ever knew for sure where they
, and we took demons as hostages You want your people to live? Then you'll forever pay me rent To stay in my knigdom because a nigga is Hell Sent [Bizzy
is put in the motherfuckin, living conditions that have to do that shit The street motherfuckers All y'all survival of the fittest motherfuckers, SURVIVE This is
man and woman, Spring is here and turtledoves are singing from the steeple, Bees are in the flowers, growing in the graveyard, And over the hill, where
* Frollo, what are you doing? *Frollo* This is an unholy demon. I'm sending it back to hell, where it belongs. *Archdeacon* See here the innocent blood you
you take me there To this land of plenty where there is complete love Take me there, I can't take you there But there is a church where they teach all
