Call me ignorant, but I'm not alone I have faith in God and won't quit ???il the seed is sown I try to be a witness day by day Sometimes, it's hard With
me ignorant, but I'm not alone I have faith in God and won't quit 'til the seed is sown I try to be a witness day by day Sometimes, it's hard With Christ
Übersetzung: Figure Four. Day By Day.
can't fuck Twenty inches TV is a must By the year two thousand I'm gut out my bus Verse Two: Lil' Turk A lil nigga seventeen playin with six figures
I can muster Since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in One's five's and ten's was funny money So I sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo' Real
Let me talk to 'em (oh!) [Verse 1 - Joe Budden] No more runnin from the black cloud, got it all mapped out I put it in a figure-four until it tap out
two shells The other four homies on the scene with cocktails One nigga looking for po po Someone looking through windows The doorbells go followed by
rapping normally*} .. knew you was jealous from the day that I met you I upset you, cause I get respect I pet you (boy) I'm even liked better by your
figure out where to begin. Then maybe I won't feel so hollow. It's 3AM. And it feels like there four walls are caving in. Please tell me I'm not
Here's another day at the stoplight I'm lookin in my mirror so I can see who can see me South Central is puttin Ice Cube to the test With four brothas
the beginnin and the end when I'm spittin my verse Voodoo curse brought back The Horsemen from the grave Four headless motherfuckers that'll clap at the
But keep on holdin on like Goodie Mob cause it's a better day tomorrow That's all I can say, can't tell the future Tomorrow's another day but today,
can be your last day, But when u leave the cash stay, Schools full of students, 'Cuz these students score wealth, Got seven, Eight figures, But they
Rhymin' to be caught in a chalk outline Entire teams get bought, like ??? I am, battling the scatter that rather by triumph Breakin' niggaz back, we giants David gettin' slapped by
a day Niggas don't know what to say I'm a pay lil' niggas So they throw it my way But by the end of the day Bitches buy weight Only give those hoes
: [The full lyrics to Stone Angels are printed in the album booklets. It is a poem written by Keith Waldrop first published in 1997 by homonimous title
over never sober, bear witness like Jehovah Enemies fall like October Restless standin tall like a soldier We thick like the first Motorola brick cellular phones cut to the bone, celebratin "Dre Day