In my bedroom I can hear you We can all hear the flames Lose possession Of your passion We can all hear the flames Well the grass is always greener On
Übersetzung: Kill The Young. Change The Record.
In my bedroom I can hear you We can all hear the flames Lose possession Of your passion We can all hear the flames Well the grass is always greener
since the day I was born I came up, out the gutter never changed my style Got for real about my papers, cause the game was wild And the fame was a plot to try to change
't try to act like you don't feel our label Cause we gon' fuck around and kill your label Obie, D-Tweezy, G-Unit, 50, Shady records We the label fa' sho
: [Check it] Ever since I was a little younger I always had a rhyme that I flung up In any situation that you brung up Black Eyed Peas would shake a
big house 5 cars, you're in charge Comin up in the world Don't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly (B-Real) I remember the days when i was a young
: A thug changes, and love changes and best friends become strangers A thug changes, and love changes (yo, uh) Can it be, that i stayed away for
a tantrum like he is 3 years old You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his soul And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the
Last year shoppin my demo, I was tryin' to shine Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem
blunt culture Lost memories, last night fights from being hung-over Young soldiers become sober DEUTERONOMY 28, VERSE 28 will set the record straight
) I know you here em Please who in your room would trade places with me If I ain't what ya trying to be than why you hustling see To be young black and
matter how it's told You can't teach a dog and a cat the same trick, Jack Don't do it [VERSE 1] Hitler was a killer, Frank Ward was the Mack Felix Mitchell
the hefty bag Orange peels to kill the smell slanging with my dad I never thought about my life I swear y'all, for real Until my best friend Jill got killed
right back at cha'll again (right back at cha'll) This the one they call whody (Stop saying whody and say Sporty(Records) boy Shit ain't nothin' change
and streets it's gettin hot See Mack won't stop until Mack's on top Young black america my CD drop in two thousand and two, to change hip-hop Most folks
