Nothing I remember is there Will everything come back to me again? I towed the line, I did my time, until it's over I gave it all, I watched you fall, until
Übersetzung: Boden. Bis Es ist vorbei.
It's been a long time I'm home again Nothing I remember is there Will everything come back to me again? I towed the line, I did my time, until it's over
a game? Now it's time to make you feel the pain Wanna test my everyday thang? I aim straight for your temple It's really that simple when I seen it splatter
it's like you owe me somethin Listen up, I got a story to tell It's like I fell out of heaven just to walk through hell It's what, fueled my fire, ignited
: 3D Sitting in my day care, the art is decopainted Blessed by the drink Upon the corner's where we've seen it Chased by the plane it Haunted by the
grub on scraps No daps, mean loves n' a slug in the air How many beefs wore to the point where everybody eats when it's over, that's rare And in a
steps, the picture, frame it Hall of fame it hang it so no one can claim it I rule from my style from the Boondox Now my shit pumps in the boombox Yo
it's like you owe me somethin' Listen up, I got a story to tell It's like I fell outta Heaven just to walk through Hell But it fueled my fire, ignited
you i patted you on your back for ur getdees but the extraa ordinary mood swings i don' need it's thug you want, it's a thug life you won't get cus three
was a game? Now it's time to make you feel the pain Wanna test my everyday thang? I aim straight for your temple It's really that simple when I seen it
that's another time It's just another time It's just some other troubled time Until tomorrow, until tomorrow Until tomorrow, until tomorrow Until tomorrow, until tomorrow, until
gonna die before our time Until we stop succumbing to mankind Don't get me wrong, I don't want to soil your future It used to be so squeaky clean It
boy? What's upper? Trying to get my ones up... Crack Alley Studios mang, It's Freezy mang, Paul Revere mang, we doin thi shit, You know it's good, 40
one of our own It's a poor man's heaven to be free A poor man's heaven to believe It's a poor mans vision up above A poor man's heaven to be loved
over a hundred degrees. [Verse 1]: Yeah It's the contemporary form of slavery, they call it slave labour But they don't prosecute them 'cause it's how
I ain't got it I gotta get it Don't make me act a fool (fool) Kick back lil' homey "B" cool, or "C" cool Yeah, it's however you wanna take it I'ma rider
