: So you feel like you ain't somebody? Always needed to be somebody? Well, put your feet on the ground, put your hand on your heart, turn your eyes to
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So you feel like you ain't somebody? Always needed to be somebody? Well, put your feet on the ground, put your hand on your heart, turn your eyes to the
Übersetzung: Arena. Battle Theme Ii.
Übersetzung: Königin. Battle Themes.
So you feel like you ain't somebody? Always needed to be somebody? Well, put your feet on the ground, put your hand on your heart, turn your eyes to
numbers of their dead. The more of them that fucking die, the more of us are fed. So bring them back, back to us all. So bring them back, Your blood's
the static that ya talkin Stop ya from walkin with the Calico, stop ya hoes From playin wit me, my nine stayin wit me Niggas in banged up cars wit battle
if she wasn't a dyke motorcyclist with tyson lisp wolf gang on that drive without a license shit on that take shaken naked necks and fuckin slice them
a bail jumper, you know them fish scale pumper Fuck judge wong he gon' catch me on the corner Nigga make poor attacks, homie ya owe me You wanna rap we can battle
somebody who?s pretending to care Just cash in your blanks for little toy tanks Learn how to use them, then abuse them and choose them Over conversations
singing. He will not touch their pastry but every day they bring him more. Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away and then go and eat them
And these attacks are evidence of His righteous judgment Proof we've been proven worthy of a righteous covenant And don't sweat the hatters because God is just To punish them
Yo, check out the Mr. Mixx beat that I flow off While I go off to boast, brag, and show off And watch your (??) as I get hyper I cause them all to slip
a hustler with a death wish? Cigar ashes Coaster Crystal glasses We mash on them jealous bastards With a ski mask I'm the first one to warn them
of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul? Got tired of small time livin, ni**az tellin me no I got MINE, f**k THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that
