I came into this world to find a reason to live I came with nothing to give Nothing I could offer, nothing I could ever do Before You set the stars up
You wear light like a robe You stretch out the sky like a tent You make Your chariot of the clouds And You ride on the wings of the wind woah ho ho
the 2:48 lie get up start up strut up walk up put on your mask cause what they want to tell you is how they want to make models of you (models
Traduction: The Afters. Quarante-deux.
Traduction: Quarante-deux. Les agressions Modern Day.
Traduction: Deux Trente huit. Quarante tranches d'une heure.
I came into this world to find a reason to live I came with nothing to give Nothing I could offer, nothing I could ever do Before you set the stars up
42 pictures of you each one a different shade of blue. I know it seems that sometimes I don't care but 42 blue ribbons in your hair: each one for the
war Yes, if I have to commit murder Won't have to (???) I want the thirty two-twenty Made on a forty-five frame I want the thirty two-twenty Made on a forty
the guy Thats like suicide you wanted to die Two gun if you lie Few done it like I Its three to look at the coupe its two hundred to buy Yeah I'm big
, the hundred and forty third song I've been stabbed shot, went to sleep and woke up in prison They said I'd be dead in a year, but that was two years
fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed
a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I
place, I can hardly wait to bust freely, got you red hot, you so happy to see me Make the frontpage primetime live on TV Nigga my girlfriend, baby forty
a down ass homie though; we ran the streets And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five We drinkin forties
up and livin reckless Niggaz with a death wish step in with a Tec and I'll wet this Yeah this shit is hyper Two to one I'm writing representing and I'
the boy Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits, styles guns my uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton bucking down one, bucking down two
