the One of the gospel [Hook] We want the Real One, I teach the GodMan homie Represented through Christians is the real Jesus We want the Real One, I
Übersetzung: Flamme. Real One.
One of the gospel [Hook] We want the Real One, I teach the GodMan homie Represented through Christians is the real Jesus We want the Real One, I preach
me Twisting round on a carousel This speeds' too much to stop One second I'm thinkin' I'm feeling the lust And then I feel a lot Ooh that man is like a flame
cig, the pump or the german luger I'll, I'll be the shooter [Verse One: 50 Cent] I'll bang out, I'll, I'll, I'll bang out Find out shit is real when
lust. Hear my scream, Like a flame dance the night away. Through the line, close your eyes, Let these worlds collide. Hear my scream, Like a flame dance
shotgun kiss Find your lips through the haze With a twist in my glass, baby And you whisper your name Don't worry the sun don't concern me The flame is a one
head with no screws in it, what can I do One life to live but I got nuttin to lose, just me and you on a one way trip to prison, sellin drugs We all wrapped
: (Rule number one... niggaz die, daily, hahahaha) Hear me! Boo-yaow! (Ready for whatever, hell yeah What type nigga be a Thug Life nigga? Them Thug
us pray Heavenly Father, hear a nigga down here Before I go to sleep Tell me, who do you believe in? Who do you believe in? [Verse One: 2Pac] I see
's run him down Gots to be the first one to hit ya when we meet Comin quickly up the streets, is the punk ass police The first one jumped out and said
New York Get up, Come On! Ah! [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you Some say your soul may burn in the flame.. (whoooooo
scared me with visions of fire You danced on my bed With the flames on your head dancing higher I am the one who growls in your closet I am the one who
ya, shit, pap, Stay packin that gat in yo lap away So if ya can't roll strapped Now how about that Dat pistol go tap at niggas who Go fuckin wit one
'm on a road to destruction And steady be bustin' and bodies be bustin' me, Killa, with a buckshot, I'ma peel ya Number one assassin's still the realer
vibe y'all One time, Flip Mode is forever Y'all get down and feel my thing Guaranteed to make your fat butt swing One time while I get on Verse Four
But life without you, I don't know I know what I want, I know what I need But there's just one thing I must believe Deep in the night by a dying flame
: (feat. Don Corleon) [Chorus:] Whose 2 blame Who is the one who sparked the flame The victim who became part of the game We be ya murder for money