All God's children come to harm There's no good reason for alarm Let them play There's always blue skies follow rain The sun will always shine again
Übersetzung: Love Spit Love. Alle Gottes Kinder.
be trippin We ain't having it Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back Once I hit the mat Niggaz will never get this shit back Spit
all children, its nuclear showers There's nothin spookier Ya now about to witness the power of fuckin fifty [Chorus] [50 Cent] If the gun spark I'll hear all
you are We all true sound, nigga united gatherin souls, how we roll And that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes But I had my ??, nah nigga that's
: [Intro: Ghostface, (Big Trife)] Yo, yeah {"New Ghostface!"} Yeah, to glorious days {"one"} Yeah God, check it out y'all We back, yes yes y'all {"one
maybe it's just me I love sayin' there isn't a God I'm just sayin' that the God in the bible isn't God You may think it's odd That I'm black and I don
have seen the tiger smile I spit in a bamboo viper's face And I'd be dead , but by God's grace Drive on, don't mean nothin' My children love me, but
all, all, all the things, things) He make the team this year? (all, all, all the things things) Aw th-, they said he wasn't tall enough? (all, all, all
he's still pissin, he's pee still shootin out They don't have a prison that could stop King Gordy nasty satanicism Abusin my children till they just
: (feat. Mos Def) [Cash:] It be the God Magnetic no time for mic checks You know the s-t when the Green's on the set This suck this respect respect
This love This love This inconvenient, blind, blood-diamond This puzzle I don't understand That knows no faith And tries and fails And tries again Stares at the sea The night's
her "It's my life and I'm the one that's gotta live", Mistaken prone, thinkin' I'm grown, doin' whatever I wanna, Nigga's on his own, all alone, no one
you are We all true sound, nigga united gatherin' souls, how we roll And that's love for the paper, foldin', I saw these hoes But I had my [unverified] nah, nigga that's
hand it out for him (Take it all, you need me) Yung Berg and the Twista and I'll vouch for him, that's me Could spit it just so I could spit it Flow
that all my weight in gold Now all I know, I know all these things All these things, all these things All these things, all these things All these things, all
[Verse 1] Focus of an orchestra, dozen black roses Energy of rock group, symphony's explosive Half the appetite, that's the sacrifice That's the path
a shot on your block, give me a suu Get it right, all my chicks hold ya tits, let's get it in All my niggas take a toke off this weed, let it begin Here
