is this thing on at all? we've all seen the different sides and you're so convinced that inch by inch and I know what you feel like than that skyline
Traduction: Less Than Jake. Est-ce cette chose sur?.
ve been on that ledge countless times and I know what that feels like you've on your own can't make it through this world all alone is this thing on at
over bitches and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yardfish (What the hell is this)? Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yardfish (What the hell is this
pop's blew his weed in my face, results, mixing ether with base I'm the rebel to America, less is the nasal voice chipped tooth bastard What your hearing is
I'm wondering around what used to be Downtown wet and feeling cold and kinda feeling old, I'm walking around and I can almost hear the sound Of everyone
and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yard fish (What the hell is this?) Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistol into yard fish (What the hell is this
shine Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe Rockin' a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les Boo's Less choose the life we rather live, on the
by, an eye for an eye We in this together son your beef is mine So long as the sun shines to light up the sky We in this together son your beef is mines
of the corner creeps and dirty streets nothing will change my mind, there's no turning back this time. And when going off is like going on and never going back is
I?ll keep my faith alive Cause this is paradise or parricide I can?t believe this sight Streets full of blank faces and junky eyes The streets won?t sleep
summer stars along with conversations we had on this subway car. the writing on the subway walls reminds me why your words don't console me anymore while i'm lying wide awake on
'll be on top And I'd look down upon the map And teachers said I don't mean a thing This is the modern world That I look about This is the modern world
Sometimes my head gets so crazy from all this contemplating So different from the mistakes I've been making And tragedies we're facing... So tell me
of this son, happy we made it past the jakes Fakes an' fiends of the slum How you livin' on your block? Mines is hot, how you livin' on your block?
CHORUS: Nas: How you livin' on your block? AZ: Mines is hot, how you livin' on your block? Nas: I got it locked, what's goin' down on your side,
the bill like Murray [Chorus] [Finesse] Yo, on the french kiss, sour than blood, hotter than piss You ventriliquist talkin out your ass like this 'cause
