hear the rantings of a child An inner voice telling me I'm nothing The voice is mine, subject to the lie Heavy hand on heart Healing words to impart Heavy hand
Traduction: L'appel. Main lourde.
spinnin spinnin spinnin Now that's me coming with dem playa made mexicans that's baby Bash on dat ass thankin presidents some call her baby squirrel
Say I'm fed bound, They Call Me high risk My Four Bloody Goon, Lanes Make Me Sick You Get 3 or 4 Birds where I'm from we call you rich I'd Like To Thank
[Bonus track] [Kaufmann, Dirkschneider] We Live Assault And Battery We Don?t Fucking Care Heavy Metal Liberty Hands Up In The Air Soldiers On The Battleground
I'm The Motha Fuckin' Spitful, Delightful, Iful The New Ice Cube Plus My Guns They Rock Mics Too So What's Good? Is You Crip? Or You Blood? Somebody Call
[Z-Ro: talking] 3rd Coast, Screwston Texas Z-Ro, Heavy Rotation, yeah [Z-Ro] I've been running the streets 24 years (look at me) I made it but I'm wanted
's right bitch, Fuck em' all) Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck em' all (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) Fuck all you muthafuckers Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands
right I feel ya (hey) I know how it is (MAMA's JUST A LIL' GIRL) Don't nobody understand I feel ya [Verse 1: Tupac] She was .. Born A heavy
one Mary J. Blidge, Pete Rock and sure you're late son. Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah. Too Short, Tony Toni Tone, And the Special motha fucka, Ed Lover, the Tribe, A Tribe Called
again But can I leave the next heavy weight champion? Call me crazy but no one can fade me I'm the product of the projects Lost and crazy Throw your hands
kid Firewater, call it liquid rapture into the flash and flames of my crazy nature firewater, the world's a mixture of broken liquored people get the picture firewater, call
is such a simple above collection And the mic down in my eye Today we're taking out Paris or say Of the lands heavy spirit of ill descending Oh my God I made a mess haul See mercury fall from hands
gotta say I'm a boss, niggas can tell The east coast crib, the size of a small hotel The shit journalist write about me, get me confused Have me feelin' like the heavy
high as ever, more holes and more cheddar G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed
(*Starts off with the beat of Tweet's "Call Me," then changes over to Bubba Sparxxx & Jadakiss' "They Ain't Ready") [Intro - 50 Cent talking] Uh, yeah
gentlemen" [scratching: Vinnie Paz] "Y'all better listen to this" [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Yo, yo, I'm Jesus my right hand writes diseases My left hand
