for my brothers and my sisters in the streets dong their thing My back is against the wall and can't do a damn thing Yo I'm Up Against The Wall
Übersetzung: Die Group Home. Up Against The Wall.
thats right girl i know hannah montana . and i've got to incredible tickets for tommorow night. great ill see you then. [hangs up] [to miley] i need to
back home The old me is dead and gone dead and gone (T.I.) Ever had one of dem days u wish woulda stayd home Run into a group of niggas getting they
way back home The old me is dead and gone dead and gone (T.I.) Ever had one of dem days u wish woulda stayd home Run into a group of niggas getting they
way back home But the old me's dead and gone Dead and gone, dead and Ever had one of them days wish you would have stayed home Run into a group of niggas
even look I ain't mad you ain't notice 'til I got wit a group But even den it wasn't nothin' less I got in a coup Started goin' crazy everyday you switch up
the car right behind on the boss Haters don't touch, weigh us both up now my neighbor doped up got the cable hooked up. All channels lift my shirt
car While we behind on the bars Haters don't touch, what? Weigh us both up Now my neighbor dope up Got the cable hooked up, all channels Lift my shirt
dare and a numb cold stare On the way home it was back to name calling Ten against one they had his back up against the wall and They reveled in their
spine nobdy no crime Thro up that 6 sign and strike hard like a tek 9 no recovery you other g niggas Beta duck leave you in tuxed up cycle off the wall
Took a flight, ten of us in a group Hit the West Coast, now I'm fuckin' with Snoop Told a few hoes to come up to the shoot And she was lookin' so cold pullin' up
I said, a hip hop the hippie the hippie To the hip hip hop, a you don't stop The rock it to the bang, bang boogie Say up jumped the boogie To the rhythm
system Contraption of credo drift, sick shit and spit at your heaven I'm grabbin' my dick again, foot on the wall, pose down I'm drinkin' that piss again
used to bag up blow Little bastard rockin' Pumas under two tones As we roam from the streets to the group home, yo Watchin' mob flicks, clappin' at imaginary targets Adolescents up
it's like that fearin' But you still wanna hear that unholy spirit Is still gettin' done by none Pulled up a dress and fucked a nun The walls sweat
