the shadows of the night Hold on and try to fly Hold on like wings in the sky So hold on I tried to fly So hold on
the inner strength of mine Hold on and try to fly Hold on like wings in the sky Hold on we tried to fly So hold on All the dreams are over In the
Übersetzung: Mob Rules. Hold On (Reprise).
Übersetzung: Mob Rules. Halten Sie am.
forgive me, I was high, label me a * Chorus * [Dramacydal] Society lied to me, I ain't never gonna try to be My mob'll be doin robberies, and stickups on
and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules
: (feat. Hell Razah) [talking: Priest] He rules in the neighborhood he rules [talking: Kids] Huh try on your robe man yea it fits it fits me too I like
born in '73 I came up tough made me rough nigga don't dis on tape, fuck that I do so nigga what I dis on CD too bitch we bomb back on that ass and just
on the mic Liquid plumber, I be laying the pipe And if it's tight, girl, I'm staying tonight Not only raising on the price, on M.C.'ing, but I'm raising
mob, truly, does rule at this particular time. We've grown into a monster. An arrogant, explosive motherfuck. Hard as a rock. Shut like a lock. Finally, the president in submission. He holds
their eyes wide open The clock strikes The wrong rights The mob rules The second Armageddon, igniting the lit fuse No turning back & every soldier is on
the Eastside, ??? ??? the rules, mayn on how you do that dirt, witcha long hurt Bang out dirt, but in the hood you straight skirt Shiit, I'm on a low-
I bust the nut Cold feelin hold children for hostage profits Mob shit, witness how hot the glocks spit Drop bitch niggas trynna give us hassles On they
the chi, here it go like this [verse 1] I went from zip locks and bakin soda To smokin herb, cookin 'ola Never lookin overnight success Cause I want a rover Hold
Outlaw, outlaw, outlaw Dear God, I wonder could you save me? Society lied to me, I ain't never gonna try to be My mob'll be doin' robberies, and stickups on
so hoes can sit on the face (Distorted come on) A funky lesson number one My own don't be in no mess Number two when it's confidential hold it on your
on, callin', but ain't nobody pickin' up I think she's stallin', this evil bitch is tryin' to set me up Came all alone if it's on then it's on Bust my