Übersetzung: Mr. Big. Long Way Down.
long way down Gone too far To turn back now It's a long way down Don't lose faith Stand your ground 'Cause it's a long way down Gone too far To turn back
know who I am in here. I'm just down here hangin'out with m' boys... Brother Marquis, Fresh Kid Ice, and Mr. Mixx. We're players from way back. We used
crackin' like a real true soldier. [Wish Bone:] Doin' our thang since back in the day, day, chasin' change we gonna make it either way, way, one way bus
Subpeonaed, now I gotta sign these fuckin divorce papers I recall, happier times, before the fall Lookin through the eye of the pig, I see it all {... long interlude ...} Now I'm on my way
my shine I'm on my way, anyday Tell them niggas better have my cake What you think Nigga you ain't Have me laughin all the way to the bank L O L, A M
in school(okay) Around her we ride 28's, fuck 22's Nigga try to stunt on me, I'm a stunt way harder(hay) Black car spinnin call me, Mr. Tear-The-Mall-
cause she wasn't watched over Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked No he's not around now how that sound to ya, jot it down I'll bring
cut your whole Sound Scan in half Homie protect yourself Stop fuckin' with West nigga respect yourself Its a short ride to the top and a long way down
in flocks Especially those that's more sensitive to heat and shock [Inspektah Deck] We grindin', down to the bone My name grounded in stone I'm Mr. Violence we loungin' with Chrome Mr
in flocks Especially those that's more sensitive to heat and shock [Inspektah Deck:] We grindin', down to the bone My name grounded in stone I'm Mr. Violence we loungin' with Chrome Mr
Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure
so you got a few tacks in your balls Pick 'em all out and head right back down the halls What's this? Dead end, doors locked It's a long way back, just
man So, right or wrong, I'm fighting on this life long Now let me live, set for my wiz and seven kids I hit the block focus like Mr. Spock And whether
she wasn't watched over Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked No he's not around - now how that sound to ya, jot it down I bring it through
your filling it up, living it up It?s time for my giving up, no way, no way So Solid made haters pray Pushed up before then we tumbled down the hill Runaway...no way...runaway...no way
drop Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock [Big Gipp] They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle Mr
the devil or whatever I'm pickin up and throwin 'em down like dishes Call me Kenny Anderson cuz I slam those Southern bitches I ain't braggin, folks draggin me up and down
