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Übersetzung: Kupplung. Going To Market.
it worth it I've always wondered. Maybe if the hood didn't take me under. Geah, this going out to all the niggas, It's going out to my niggas. Its going
to man things bout the game Let me know always let em hang be bout my change Never thought that come closee to home I was wrong Never that my daddy was going
36 zone The homies always told me to be the man, understand If niggaz is playin hardball, then why the fuck you throwin underhand See only the small modest mark
New York Minute Everything can change In a New York Minute Lying here in the darkness I hear the sirens wail Somebody going to emergency Somebody?s going
we care. just step outside, we're waiting out there. exile on market street. look outside. push comes to shove in a rat's race that's going nowhere. you
re going to talk about today We've got to learn to Reduce, Reuse, Recycle Reduce, Reuse, Recycle Reduce, Reuse, Recycle Reduce, Reuse, Recycle If you're going to the market
bell Brand new shoes, walking blues Climb the fence, books and pens I can tell that we are going to be friends Yes I can tell that we are going to be
be withered by the sun Full stops and exclamation marks Ouuhh my words stumble before I start How far can you send emotions? Ouuhh can this bridge cross the ocean? * I'm going
ll be withered by this song, Full stops and exclamation marks. My words stumble before I start, How far can you send emotions? Can this bridge cross the ocean? I'm going
Let Me Go I Don't Understand Girl I Need To Know My Heart Is Broken Into Two All Because Of You Boo And Baby You Don't Know What Am Going Throught
: [Intro] Ah.. Just a minute, erm, this is a little to controversial, and I don`t think.. erm, We are going to be up and here comes that black Watch
sell a million give a fuck about tomorrow I know it's gettin' crazy after dark these marks keep on huffin' and puffin' ain't no fear in my heart What's going
fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys niggas fuck for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches
a 9, nigga me grind to perfection It's murder when they found the gun now they doing ballistics But they can't find a fingerprint this shit's going terrific
: Mark my words this night is far from its end Please spare me your threats and your useless remarks Go ahead, I dare you! Take one step closer to this
: Did you intimidate her? Her mother says you wouldn't let her use the phone Or were you intoxicated passed the point of knowing what was going on better