Don't put that thing too close to my head It took this long just to get ahead, he says He knows for sure but that he can't decide Between his decency
Don't put that thing too close to my head It took this long just to get ahead, he says He knows for sure, but that he can't decide Between his decency
Traduction: Faith No More. R N' R.
Traduction: Faith No More. RN 'R (3:11).
: Don't put that thing too close to my head It took this long just to get ahead, he says He knows for sure, but that he can't decide Between his decency
n stressin when other folks sleep n believe I know struggle n struggle knows me. My life owes me like an oven dose I'm slowly driftin to the arms of trouble n trouble holds me n
mind games boarded at - myself But wealth's not the reason It's my poor if you any (hardly) Oddly enough for wantin to get in between her Like dots between them letters N.E. - (R
16's be like a quest, better sit back and prepare for my address Collaborated, by the Southside V-E-T Singing off always, R-I-D-G E-M-O-N-T, and a nigga
Peas ? we the r- we the realest [Chorus] My faithful never fall For every main (?) Gaining fame, that?s the deal, entertaining y?all Never change or conform, we always rock ?n
moppin the floors with them, I keep tryna pass it But they keep on droppin? the torch And it won't be, long til this sport is O-V- E-R, Just Blaz and
one, for you and 'Pac Wish both of y'all had "One More Chance" Like I wish 'Ye and Donda had one more dance CRIBS! [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Hah-HEEEEEH! Yo
from pauper to the President, Every deal I ever made set precedent, N-ggas thought I'd fall without old buddy, Oh buddy, what I do is make more money,
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne] This verse was intended for a gospel rapper that we all admire And he goes by the name of da t.r.u.t.h. All we wanted was a righteous
moppin the floors With them, I keep tryna pass it, but they keep on droppin' the torch And it won't be, long 'til this sport is O V E R, just blazin'
know? So pay up, 'cause I show up. You owe us. I might have to bother you wit' a twenty-two; more like a trey-deuce.-- more juice. Grown man; I ain't
