there is no way back from here (You know) Watch us Strive on honey Or there's no way outta here (You know) Don't drive too hard sweetie Cos there is no way back
Traduction: Hundred Reasons. No Way Back.
Cos there is no way back from here (You know) Watch us Strive on honey Or there's no way outta here (You know) Don't drive too hard sweetie Cos there is no way back
Bitch Swollowin Me I Ain't Lyin' Look I'm So Fly I Should Be Flyin' Maybe That's The Reason Why Ya Girl Keep Eyein' I'm Eyein' Her Back Louie Purse,
veteran bitch, square ass niggaz y'all rookies to me Wrap a hundred dollas around my dick, that's pussy to me Bitch ain't good for nothing, but sucking dick and getting they back
Six enexchangable clips, seventeen bullets in each That's a hundred and twelve reasons, a whole street could be deceased Right when I was trying to change, fellas start playing games Brought me back
the real-al Cops hate because we don't squeal-al But we don't give a fuck bout how them feel-el See ain't nobody stoppin way, tell them fast seat back
Way I Will Never Cheap Talk And I Call My Mommy Sweat Heart, She Call Me Sweet Daddy And She Gladly, Loves The Way That Daddy Batty, Yeah Baby Whezzy
But stack up realer than a nigga talk gats loco Straight smoke ah motherfucka do it fast Bucking 'em down here red on his back back [Hook]
side But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick Caught up in the limelight gettin way too slick See
these niggaz I was comin back to bust they ass!!! Ok! Remix! Part Two! [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] See now you who the God be, back runnin the city and
niggaz I was comin back to bust they ass!!! Ok! Remix! Part Two! [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] See now you who the God be, back runnin the city and you know
to rustle up muscle relax- -ers for his back and a couple of packs Since now he's doubling back-wards and he stumblin back Slipped and fell, hit his back
I find no relief in my heart. I reside In a world that has fallen apart. Out of my mind, baby, show me a sign, baby, Show me a way to get back on time
pollution's setting in [Pre chorus:] Cos I'm feeling that I can't go on I can't go on this way Turning back a hundred pages in the book As letters
like this y'all (c'mon!) [Chorus] This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason
.Still like this [Chorus:] This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason
Obie Trice, C'mon! This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason
