what it feels like Crashes to crashes Breathe in, breathe out Live it up, you'll never live this down This is the last call Breathe in, breathe
, that's what it feels like Crashes to crashes Breathe in, breathe out Live it up, you'll never live this down This is your last call Breathe in, breathe
Übersetzung: Hit The Lights. Einatmen.
: Save your breath this time around You're too beautiful and it's late There's nothing left to say I've wasted all this time on you On you It's all
stop The trey-pound pop Ya arteries shot Ya bleedin and shout Get in the pine box Damn yous a hard muthafucka You so tough Tough until ya punkass hit
be handling my business But we can get our freak on on some quick shit [Verse: 50 Cent] Tonights the night shawty, you'll never forget this I dim the lights
got my own bullet proof vest most of my enemies dead i got about two left untill my last breath im sendin niggas bullet holes inocent bystanders get hit
And I got no time to worry I'm steady wantin' more Every day is a test, yes I try hard But I'm strugg-a-lin' with every breath I pray to God that the
adore Something worth dying for It's been nothing but pain Stuck in this game Searching for fortune and fame [Verse 1: 2Pac] Though we exist and breathe
brain I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out My homies murdered execution style runnin in the drug house what was supposed to be a easy hit - now
let inside action Hit innocent by-standers when he blasted, shot fucken backwards Little homies puttin work for stripes But is it worth your life a g-rides runnin red lights
t know what you take me for I don't really play that shit I ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit [Verse 1] I got a hit ya, its
Map, These Niggas Finna Snap, Spit It For Niggas That Bit It, Then Give Them The Buisness They Gonna Feel It When We Jack And Be Quick With It, Be Crack Hit
was lonely and my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin, I'm still stressed out over the death When I take my breath and
we ride by the end of the night You will envision how thugstas play Can you handle the vibe [Krayzie] Pedal to the medal we see blue light [Bizzy]
soul Se keep your pseudo-punk, hip-hop, pop-rock junk And your digital downloads [Chorus] Take your seats now, folks. It's showtime Hey, Patrick - hit the lights
