Übersetzung: Doa. Running Out Of Time.
life i know that might be strange while you smugly accumilate with your precious self in mind the shit's about to hit the fan you're running out of time
it say payback for those that hated on me. I hate them niggas claim they bangin in gangs you a'int a crip like Snoop you a'int a blood like Game, see
and progression It's all a matter of time No question [CHORUS x2] K-O rap flow Like making a gat blow Verbal .44 Waiting to straighten your afro Hot
or to get a head start But in the long run they will see That they are nothin else but victims of prophecy Time is running short, the world is in damnation
this and heard that About them O-U-T Lawz Some of them soldiers got shot Some of them soldiers fell off f**k yall now everybody tied to us Hollering out a ni**a
You running? I'm coming to get you boy! (boy!) You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya (yeeah!) Times running out, I'm a get ya boy! [50 Cent
clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear it ain't considered a
piers No weakness inside my fears Drop tears, for niggas that died I'm gonna safe divide, mind gone And I think I'm running out of time The god damn baby
mo mo See a nigga when he go through the window had to put a bigger hole in his soul If he get away running out my backdoor with me sawed-off swinging
: [a short skit opens the beginning of the song] Hello, I'm Dr. Greenthumb Have you ever had the problem of running out of weed and just can't find some
buttons Why the fuck must you stress me Nigga get a life Go on and find a wife Get the fuck out my face 'fore I go and find a knife And you still calling
[Chorus:] It's a time warp, feel it on the sidewalk, it's a sin, it's a second of skin It's a time warp, feel it on the sidewalk, s.o.s - you've got
a chicken hawk and I'm hunting chicken and watermelon It ain't nothing but hard time bailing Just got a misdomener Cause I got a deuce-five, and I'm black
blind in this madness I'll bide all of my time for your love Come on, crooked man you'll die Like excuses pouring out a child Sing: "S.O.S. you saint"
Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay in the Clem With some friends George and Jay It was a funky fresh crew and I'd DJ What a shock it was
it to the side and invite here to "Cheers" Pull up a chair, swear no drama Therefore player your workin with a MONSTER [yelling] I ain't got time to