Übersetzung: Cut Off Your Hands. Blue On Blue.
let things come between us now but you know i still fall for you each day its true but still i want you by my side if you still want me by your side we
that life depends on a night with only you? Don?t you think that you?d like to stay with me, too? Because you can if you just take my hand, Come on girl
know nothin 'bout sellin no beef in the streets Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout baggin the grams I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand Me, I don
to the max Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat Calm, in my palm, fully loaded fire arm First to let off, last to run, everytime its on [Chorus]
my bag, cause I gotta get my mask and shells to put in this twelve gauge sawed off Get em all off, nigga yo' loss, take it all off Got a nigga car door
on the lac Red rum, if you try it niggas throw it up now [Jadakiss:] They knockin packs off, they lettin gats off Medicate, benefit cards scratch offs
And Las Vegas body snatchers And he's carrying a warning can't you see how his eyes glint Keep your bloody hands off my life your affectionate fingerprint
you feel sorrow or show love Or would it matter Can never be the lead-off batter of things Shit for me to feed off I'm see-saw battlin But theres way
pants on Ass out with a floppin' schlong, touchdown yeah I told you It's the longest yard [Chorus] [Kuniva] The new face on the yard, just hand me the
my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs Both of them turned green, from countin the ones Memorized by the glory, word life Cut off niggaz who killed
the Handyman) [Ghostface Killah] Racing through the hood, ski mask off Criminology hustle, when goons play the heat, blast off And every direction, protect ya babies, your
, ya'll bitch niggas got sweet hands, word I know why, why? Ya'll all gay, pop off head Get your top rocked, way across state The pamphlet read, from
got the game on smash 'Cause we cut from the same cloth Big guns ready to bang off Slide off the cables and take the rings off! [Verse 2] We hold the
Adidas so you could look fly Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here Tripped ans stumbled almost broke your neck comin' down the stairs Jumped into your
jury reached a verdict? Yes, your Honor. We the jury find the defendant guilty on all counts. The bailiff came at me with a pair of cuffs in his hand
want to hold her hand, my love, she opens her eyes and i say, no, i know it's not your time, so just put that knife down, we're not about to cut into
on They may not agree, they may not understand But God got a plan, to put the mic in my hand And his hand and that hand And ideas, and all of there's