You want it, you want it You need it, you need it You need it, you want it You learn You want it, you want it You need it, you need it You need it, you
Traduction: Open Hand. La lutte.
You want it, You want it, You need it, You need it, You need it, You want it, You learn. You want it, You want it, You need it, You need it, You need
rocks, with ten cars deep and all them Lacs Jumping stacks dump a gat, steel jabs and quarterbacks Yeah we rapping but it ain't just rap, money we need all of that Bulgari glasses on my face, hand
cracks Any woman I love don't need a pistol, cause she be killing me with that So look into my eyes, and please tell me what you see Will they open the
I'm clowning em baby [Hook] Steady balling, tonight We gon ride while we sipping and smoking Steady balling, outta control We gon swang, with the trunk open
a hurry Even my girlfriend don't understand, didn't want to Witness the wicked so please find yourself another man, haters feel me (Chorus - 2x) This is my liiiiiiiiife Surviving in the struggle
[Chorus] Everytime I turn around my friends are turnin into foes I can't feel my days at hand please Heaven open up your doors I wanna live my life, my
Dear Lord As we down here, struggle for as long as we know In search of a paradise to touch (my ni**a Johnny J) Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to
way to get checked So give me respect when I get wreck or get your motha fuckin chimp check. Once again, it's your friend outta Oakland. Hoping I rock the shit to get ya open
with your hand over your mouth and join the crowds heavy gasp. one for each time they pass overhead. so we've been selected in this beautiful lottery. we struggled
how it's related {Busta} Genesis Genesis Genesis {Hook} {Busta} Genesis Genesis {Verse 1} While we continuosly stay sculpturing bombs Love, unconditional greetings with opening
past few years while I figure this shit out (Hook) Is anybody out there, It feels like I'm talking to myself No one seems to know my struggle, and everything
struggling hard to be the man, and it's tough Cause man it's been rough, but still I manage enough I've been taken advantage of, damaged and scuffed My hands
smashed open with the doors kicked out It's not a good day left to be in a fight 'cause living is hard through the struggles of life If nothing gets done
and your people tell them that i shitted on you n***** like i was a flock a seagulls infared beam like a traffic jam at night handle any man in sight with his hands
are we enemies or friends? unfortunately this is hopeless. Did my best to juggle both of you Struggled, but I'm still here holdin' you Time to man up, stand up, put your hands