you believe the lies, do you believe what they said. Comments about your life, things that you have done. Don't walk away, you've gotta turn and face the Son
you believe the lies, do you believe what they said. Comments about your life, things that you have done. Don?t walk away, you?ve gotta turn and face the Son
Übersetzung: Gesprochen. Face The Son.
: (feat. Big Tymers) [Spoken: BG] Oh it's on now, still on now Ain't nothin changed, we still on chrome lil daddy And in the same place [BG] Washington
doin a bid Today I read the paper and it said tru life caught a case They said they found the victum with a knife stuck in his face I spoke it michael
and no one sells And still they claim king Nigga it's the same thing All day long But that's the screw face Rappers will friend you at 1st but really they two faced
the 1985 tidy town winner But now it's quiet after five you can't find dinner Potholed roads just as the locals like it Some top spots near by spoken
spoken of on a quiet tip And the hire car felt the bumps The only light was at the pub Shrug of the shoulders we headed in for counter grub "Unlucky son
un bras, les banques de l?Etat ne l?calculent pas, Ca lui laisse peu de choix, il est sponsorise par Quechua. She never liked her mother Young with an older brother Ain?t spoken
him too Yes I wanted to marry him too There was that son of a dog from the Tennessee hills Kept telling me I was still young He spoke in pure southern
beamed, face gleam Like Moses from the burnin' bush I turned and look at my homies while they was burnin' kush They all had this concernin' look I spoke
Every eye watched the Lord to see what he do But he was peaceful, before he knew The time was at hand, they should kill the Son of Man So the man sat
merciful towards a fool, a thirst for jewels, you know the rules migrates, beats efficient, holy as a baby Krishnan pure as the river ? once the words are spoken
: [Intro] "Crrrry" Giant face nigga (giant face nigga) Get it together (get it togheter) I ain't goin nowhere (nowhere) O. Trice (O. Trice) [Verse 1
knife. Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight. Boy got out with a suitcase. Thin kid in prep school clothes, familiar face, the Priest told himself,
: [Verse 1: Nas] Uh, I knew a few pharmacists, fuck frozen They kept pneumonias on their arms and wrists The main dude, Sekou, face look hard as shit
: Intro: AZ This is what... this what they want huh? This is what it's all about.. What? Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand
