How could you do it? I couldn't say Years built on sand June until May Second to second Lied even while you held my hand It's death for the living Yes
How could you do it I couldn't say Years built on sand June until May Second to second Lied even while you held my hand It's death for the living Yes
Traduction: Etoiles. Le combat des chefs.
My mom plays trix and I beat on the floor like bush wick My fists bloody and blistered A pair Like I'm balistic I just stare at the red and smile while
attitude [Verse 4: Lil Capp] See I came to the club on that bullshit My partna outside with a full clip ... you don't wanna fight 'Cause after we beat
down without a fight) i'd like to introduce you to a special substance, good for you no physical dependency for a star in its ascendancy the world is a great big
up a rock You ain't a chump, you want your Grandma to think you a punk Look at my first Grand baby, he is a big rap star Bought me a house, diamonds,
It's in the air of New York So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home Fist fight till we grown and
me I was takin care of you, I thought that you was happy Out of town, fuckin 'round, all-star, Superbowl A-T-L, Magic City, tippin big dick hoes Panties
elegant in formal dress, to pay off a gambling debt to Keeney. Nick has seen the show and tells Fanny she's going to be a big star some day. Fanny asks
Do you want to, Ride in a big limousine? Tell me do you want to, Take a little bite of the fame machine? If you wanna be discovered, End up on the cover of every star
to light one All them niggaz I got ta fight one All them hoes I got ta like one Our situation is a tight one Whatcha gonna do, fight or run? Seems to
fight He said I'm just one man, that's all I'll ever be I never can be everything you wanted from me I've got plans so big That any blind man could
party, go 'head and spaz girl Tatoo in the name of my click across yo' ass girl We 'bout to blast girl, from here to Albuquerque Like jamaican niggas rockin big
I'm seeing Bust in a phone booth Niggas on the roofs Spiff Star is in the range The atmosphere change Lord's in the forerunner with machine guns, big
ah di richest inna Di top 10 youths! be what you wanna, some ah dj some ah Play ball nuff ah dem start from a star(ambition)suh dem Ah aim fi own dem
[Intro:] Sound It Too much voilence Yo, too much blood a run star Too much marror pan tar Too much gun Too much man a dead Some a dem a lose dem head
