Just let us go Come on people Keep your friends close Your enemies won't matter in the end Come on people Keep your friends close Your enemies won'
save you We're coming home All the prisons that you build won't hold us Just let us go Come on, people, keep your friends close, Your enemies won't
Traduction: Hope Of The États. Ennemis / amis.
t save you We're coming home All the prisons that you build won't hold us Just let us go Come on, people, keep your friends close, Your enemies won'
leave a friend of mine behind possession, invention invite discovery surrender to pleasures lost in ecstasy survive i lie you are my enemy you die for
seen prom queens, turn into prom fiends Sometime I ask myself what happen to Dr. King's "Dream" (yeah) I've seen best friends, turn to enemies What made
, we stay silent till the end Now who would think that your best friend Would be your worst enemy and your enemy your best friend Stare into the air,
depress, broken smokin to much cess so they manifest, jealousy and envy and that will be the cause of another felony see friends turn to foes, and foes is enemies, and enemies
cat ready for this Bigg Dogg and WOOF! [Chorus] [Problem] Pause... pause... pause... [Nipsey Hussle] Look, I'm just a young nigga in the biz with mo' enemies than friends
, turn into prom fiends Sometime I ask myself what happen to Dr. King's "Dream" (yeah) I've seen best friends, turn to enemies What made it
tell me the old, old story Tell me the truth this time Is the Man in the Mask or the Indian An enemy or a friend of mine Help save the youth of America
Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends See money get you power but it also get you dead And keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies and watch your friends
gone lead your wake Cause ain't no jackin me for no green, we done no dividends Niggers get they shit blew up, so motherfucker best a friend Killin his
't tell me the old, old story Tell me the truth this time Is the man in the mask or the Indian An enemy or a friend of mine Help save the youth of America
battle So where you from? England, you somebody great? You burnin' Scoob, "I don't think so mate" I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke I have your friends
knowledge and quality With college degree Kill out to all the enemy, we killin' all a dem Kill out to all the enemy, don't matter if it's enemy or friend
again. But I'm a veteran knowing that you are no better than or worse than. He compared my last enemy to my first friend. This bum gave me his shirt
We don't own What you think is home Its time to go up in smoke 911 is no joke Once again friends This enemy states fiddy states Still say chill wait
