're pushing it to the next generation You have to start with yourself without any distractions You have to stop leaving the dirt to the next generation This is up to you and me Not the next
're pushing it to the next -- Generation You have to start with yourself without any distractions You have to stop leaving the dirt to the next -- Generation This is up to you and me Not the next
Traduction: Raised Fist. Suivant.
re pushing it to the next -- Generation You have to start with yourself without any distractions You have to stop leaving the dirt to the next -- Generation This is up to you and me Not the next
name Nina Two niggas went to see Allah afta they seen her This QB shit, bout to take me to da next level Next crib, next Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
how the fuck can I raise a little girl I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you... [CHORUS] [
't, we stronger now more than ever They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know Stomp
in dip dive socialize Fuck around with me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized [Xzibit] Yo you better recognize and try to analyze this Hand over fist
been rockin ever since eighty-three when I used to rock my Pumas Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin One out of ten, I'm passin the mic next
the front to the back we attack, That's when the sky turns black. Divided by all our own means, Divided by lines you can't see. We've raised our fists
keep it quiet and spend the next 25 years tryin' to deny it I'm from where they cut your hands off if you make a fist and niggas throw coca cause the
love you [Repeat 2x] (You should let me...) [Jadakiss] Just relieve your stress (relax) chill your ring finger and freeze ya chest cop you a new beamer the beads is next
(feat. Wadud Ahmad) Stand up, stretch for the stars Get somebody else involved right next to ya Y'all elected me to keep it so fresh for ya Just cause
could see the look on my face We stood eye to eye and toe to toe When I told him that he wasn't gonna come back home He raised his fist to me but I didn
Y'all This one is for the refugees and child soldiers Carrying the weight of the world upon their shoulders The homeless and few true microphonists Not afraid to raise their fists
