at these walls and scream Let me out And if your walls should ever come falling I'd understand, yes i'd understand Because mine already has Let me out Let me out
No regrets and everything she wants she gets She?s going out with God She ain?t gonna let me forget She?s going out with God Oh, yeah, she?s going out with God
Traduction: Machine Kinky. Going Out With God.
you can't take it no more but you didn't walk out of that door You say that you changed but we fussing and fighting where ever we go all out in public
bitches sitting there makin that booty Clap make it sound like a motherfucker standing ovation up in that bitch you understand me It's like an ATM machine you put yo dollar in shit come out
to Robert Davis on a fresh set of 3's S.U.C. to the finish I'm going out with my men With a grenade in my hand I'm comig out with the pin It'll never
dig Becomes the body of another one Constellation, the mirror is such a simple above collection And the mic down in my eye Today we're taking out Paris or say Of the lands heavy spirit of ill descending Oh my God
To me I'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out) There's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out
to most rap fiends Un cured, ain't no vaccine Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out Or in the studio booth, blacking out It's Con Ed
get to the green. - Half man, half machine. Tu-tu-tu! - I'm on ya head with the beam. So focused ferocious. I shoot ya pretty ass out them Gucci loafers
I drop to my knees and ask god to distinguish friend from foe and what do you know by the time morning comes I can see the light and then I'm thanking god
'll be trouble when the kidz come out When the kidz come out, when the kidz come out When the kidz come out Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey What you looking
Here comes the snow-white Christmas Out of your screen Thank God for Disney It all looks like a dream To make it special Special for you Look up for
thing Everybody's all excited about it Who remembers when it all began - out here in No Man's Land Before they passed the master plan - out here in
you hear the bodies burning. No more war pigs of the power, hand of god has struck the hour. Day of judgement, god is calling, on their knees the war
As the war machine keeps burning No more war pigs of the power Hand of god has sturck the hour Day of judgement, god is calling On their knees, the war
any insides These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows No you'll not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache? And inside
But sleep in separate houses I read the body count out of the paper And now it's written all over my face And no one ever plans to sleep out in the
