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Übersetzung: Juwel. Words Get In The Way.
I'll try to find the words to say That i want you always to stay To wake up with you every single day But words get in the way Words get in the way Tell
what I do and I don't think nothin' of it I know you love it but how much do you want it Get 'em Banks [Verse 4: Lloyd Banks] The way things lookin'
thug niggas daily while we nailing they hoes Explode boldly at my stage shows and formation Words known to spray blaze as I raise my thug nation Crooked thoughts cops get
**t like the Qu'ran and the Bible was written What is religion? Gods words all cursed like crack Shai-tan's way of gettin us back Or just another one
in Bible Prophecy [Tupac] Tupac don't start that blasphemy in here! Makaveli, the new breed -- and I remember what my pops told me The new word, follow
that creates *static* a tension between East and West? *static* He's talking about killing people *static* I had sex with your wife and not in those words
rapper got stripped for his jewels You know how easy it is to get shit confused I wasn't even in New York, I was just in the cruise Somewhere way out
due Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names (gun click sound) the 45 will tear you out the frame Its like the rich get richer and
Want me to serve him somethin' for real, cos I'll serve, murder [laughing] eh, eh get Puffy on the phone, tell him I said, tell the nigga I said get out
like yourself is probably already hitched it happen but you just dancing trying to get you a lick or maybe you in love with the attention you get either way
spot you I should pop you Even the boss was telling me not to But I won't stop until they get shot When they get out the hospital They gonna get shot,
up! Your wallets and jewels will pick up, pick up! Unload the cash, move your ass, Will get their money, tell them Shy Ronnie! Please, please use your words
Give dem some place So they can call there home And then most politician Telling poor people lies And can't give no answer When di poor people cry We get
saw battlin But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake There's too much on my plate And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away
s hard to find, so maybe in due time Can I get a do over? Can I get a do over? [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I used to get a threesome, every other weekend
you Look 'em like a couple of jewels Ticket traum' was old, that plus the God ain't loved the way I move People see me, G. Deini He beeny on the cell,
