everything that you need Baby I pray that you come back to me Chorus: I can't go on without you in my live I can't go on knowin' we haven't tried You
you, I'll be there for you I won't ever hurt you again I can't go on without you in my life I can't go on knowin' we haven't tried You're the one that
Übersetzung: No Authority. Kann es nicht weitergehen.
been everything that you need Baby I pray that you come back to me Chorus: I can't go on without you in my live I can't go on knowin' we haven't tried
that? Go 'head roll it son! I don't give a fuck man, smoke that shit, man! You can smoke crack (SouthSide!) if you wanna smoke crack, I don't give a fuck
Same ol' rat race Life in the same ol' cage. I don't want nothing from anyone, ain't that much to take Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde
' on. Can't believe how my mind has blown. I witness mostly wickedness. How much more mischief can go wrong? Steady holdin' on down to slow it down, tryin
It Go In One Ear And Out The Other Now He Say She Say They Say I Heard If Be Fake We Cant Let It Get On Our Nerves She Miserable She Just Want You
know) We got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man (Yeah you gotta keep walking y'all, You gotta keep...) [Nas] Sometimes I can't help but feel
tell you that You're going nowhere with your life! whoa You better listen to what's right! whoa But don't you see that I can't hear you! HEY! HEY! HEY
you Then I transform like a Decepticon With a mic as a bomb In my right palm But I don't stay calm So panic Others can't flow so they go schizophrenic
the pimp gangsta, the hustler High Roller, dead pres folder Is cold lampin' like a black king on a throne Evil E...turn up the microphone So I can ill and break on
blaze and beats raid Can't see the cage but can't leave the Streets Of Rage [Street Life] It's a Shoot On Sight fair, warfare prepared Arm yourself
never bring me on the "right way", cause I don't wanna look the way you do! I don't need your authority, no fuckin' advices, your hostility and I don't
against T-D-S So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see me stressed right? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Ha-hah, Roc-A-Fella y'all
So fuck critics you can kiss our whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if we don't play they show They don't
da Order the hors d'oeuvres, views of the waters Straight from a page of your favorite author And the weather's so breezy Man, why can't life always be
