the end Fall on tears all my friends This is the end Fall on tears all my friends This is the end Fall on tears all my friends This is the end Fall on tears
Übersetzung: Love Spit Love. Fall On Tears.
retire if he want to right now [50 Cent:] I know you love it but how much do you love it I know you love it but how much do you love it I do what I do
the fullest Down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets (All he wanted was to be a thug) Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love
lady, Come come my lady. I am the [?], You can't trade me. Hate me or love me I spit greatly. Fuckin up the track, My town is crazy. I'll be back on
this town Oh my God how I'd love to tear it down Cause I've been thinking about tragedy and how it's been my company I've kept to keep me seamlessly intact in spite
skin fall off Boil in the pavement on a cold boardwalk Then I laugh like the joker while pissing on them Then put on my hood wait on the next corner The
street lights We chillin like a villain and a nigga feelin right in the middle of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite all of the bullshit we on our back
all lip quit Put your lips on this dick Let me get on some livin' Spit all over ya chin Weezy be on some pimp shit I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em Later on
no kids, Ima turn they lights out [Chorus 2x : DMX] AAAAAAHHHH, Tear it Up, Lemme see you Tear It Up All across the board we gon Tear It Up, We gon bounce
Its hotel Rwanda, boast got cause I got-ta Spit that raw shit, yall some talkative condoms (Fall back) Avery Storm: I got two whole tears in a bucket And if my plans fall
of yourself but you're goin' to fall Someday, my love I'll get to you before you can start Someday, my love I'll take your heart and I'll tear it apart
plastic your brain on the mattrress All you kids ask backwards and visa versa [Chorus:] [Outro:] [Redman] Come on, yo tear the roof off Nigga, yo tear
with the gun and skip a mouth Love the ruckas and love to dish it out 3 watched MC's, start wristin' out Get your whole camp put on the missile foul
everywhere, it's just us illin' (And it don't stop!) I got rubies on my Uzi's and gems on my Mack 10's Diamonds on my nines and golden bullets just
we can be livin like Trump You can't slap that 'cause you fall into a slump Don't test me I still got my 'Hand on the Pump' Can I live? (Yeah) Can I
a soldier to the fullest Down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets All he wanted was to be a thug Never pictured his truest homeboy would fall in love
tear apart your fame Blow so much smoke clouds, shit it would start to rain An still flow lovely, get on stage and get gully I'm never fall off I got
