Run to my world, run to my mountain top I say, run baby, run baby, run baby, run baby Run never stop Run baby, run baby, run baby, run baby Run 'til
t stop, run to my world Run, to my mountain top Run baby run baby run baby run baby Run, don't stop, ooh run baby run, ooh run baby run Hold on to that
Traduction: Diamond Head. Run.
man They even talked about Jesus [Fabolous] I ain't mad at when it rain, cause I know the sun is somewhere shinin Sorta like some clear diamonds I hardly
up I see four blow up Check these diamonds, No flaws show up My niggas clap up parties, shoot tour shows up What ya'll know bout head til a chicks jaw
the haters play their game Dreams fade away when you make the predator the prey The ace of spade can make it's way to save the day But from the start a club of heart was diamond
even yo cake lay on da ground and don say a sound fuck wachu read you will not be found you think its a joke but it is not funny hollow tip bullets run
ain't scared to use it I ain't scared to yank it Your body under that sea man in a white blanket No I'm not fakin I'll leave your head vacant So if I
made it clear Wrecken on the microphone to get away from here I'm reppin' for the south with diamonds in my mouth And diamonds on my hands and diamonds
Ro:] It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked, busting heads strictly for cash Taking out contracts on haters, with my beam and a mask You can run you can
conversation with my infrared All these fuck niggas can get it two to the head and get dead (Chorus) [Z-Ro] It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked busting heads
[Z-Ro] I'ma maintain, all about fortune, not the fame Feddy, cold cash and a diamond ring, it's all about feddy when I rap sing I'm sick of this struggling
Z-Ro] It's the return of Z-Ro the Crooked, busting heads strictly for cash Taking out contracts on hatas, with my beam and a mask You can run you can
wet to spit Piece on my neck, read Screwed Up Click Album silver, bubble head lights Trunk gon knock, like lights of fire At the intersection, I run the
in, it ain't no such thing as friends And once it comes down to paper, you down to bump off your kin You think I'm lying, what thoughts be in my head
t gon never stop, coming after your coward ass Run up on you at the intersection, bitch I'm bout to blast All you rappers, dissing Z-Ro in your songs Bitch I'ma for real life head
