need my baby Ooh, you know I need my baby Got to get you into my life Got to get you into my life Got to get you into my life ...
Übersetzung: Blood Sweat And Tears. Got To You Into My Life Get.
countin my green Chillin sippin' my li Keep investigatin Cause you got a job Better keep your vest on Bitch cause we got a mar [Rick Ross:] I'm countin Blood
more) That's right, and I don't need you, don't want to see you You get (no love) Bitch you get (no love) And I don't need you Get em [Verse 2 - Eminem
like the profet i got vision i got messages for you this town is going to burn if you don't get into the groove i snitch and i snatch but i don't know
I see the future, flee from troopers Revolutionary blood, sweat and tears, obsessin' with fears Paranoia, got me needing more lawyers Got me reachin'
m going downtown and you can't go its to dirty and now my that my muff abducted, I'm left alone and corrupt but to my rescue he flew, with no if ands
cause I know I deserve Cause I could get you with the bullets but I stick you with words That'll slit you at the seams my shit is Wilder than Jean Tash
A Hustler, People, My Life In The Streets Watch The Game, Get You Life In The Streets My Watch, My Chain, And My Teeth Cost That Way I Will Never Cheap
more Bitch, you get no love You showed me nothing but hate, you ran me into the ground But what comes around goes around And you don't hurt me You don
you want about Joe but I stood my ground bitch, I get it up myself you just put it down they say I put my whole on display, to my dismay stop it, you
about me and you in an empty room And who wins Let's talk about what you did to get here Let's talk about blood and sweat and tears Let's talk about
dreams this is my life, this is my life [Verse 2: Willie D] I just got word: my uncle done died but ain't no tears on my face cause I done already cried
this thing, put down my fuckin' life Lemme come back, I've been here for years Grindin', blood, sweat and tears I don' gave the game my life Turned
lady that you left behind In love and alone, but now you're dead, and she still can't get you out of her head, Huh! More tears fall for all you've done
my people facing the storm Homie, we riding it out, you inspire what I'm writing about It's my blood, sweat, tears, years Struggle, love, hate, fear, New York City You
necks And chase Manhattan endorse my mic checks Upset, poet threat Just collectin' my debt, yo I'm overpaid in dues Blood tears and sweat, when you fuckin
killers, but who the hell are you to play in this? A lot are dead, how the hell you take the pain? Live with it, got money, you better get with it My