I never thought I'd see the day That we honestly could say We stand five against the world And the doors are open Through all those years I would've
i never thought i'd see the day that we honestly could say we stand five against the world and the doors are open through all those years i would've died
Übersetzung: Story Of The Year. Five Against The World.
i never thought i'd see the day that we honestly could say we stand five against the world and the doors are open through all those years i would've
whoaaaa) And damn, I hope I never fly again I took a flight to Texas and thought I was dyin when (whoaaaa) We dropped a thousand feet in five seconds
: I want to tell you a story Once upon a time There were five young guys Hanging in and out of Newcastle, Playing Rhythm and Blues They had nothing to
, fight! This is the story of such a struggle [Killah Priest:] What if he sold a million records, will he sell out? Then the whole world will respect
fall, you go stand up again. You go try am again, again and again. [Repeat chorus 1] [Verse 2] See, my people hey. On a good day, nobody wey go for this world
all We comin to rock this y'all (this is a world premier) Y'all ain't ready for it, uh-uh But get ready for it (aww yeah!) (world premier) Queen Bee (
't understand yours, Now can you understand my, Misanthropy? [x2] [Second Verse:] I did four hundred years in Hell, Now they tryin' to give me twenty-five
I want to tell you a story Once upon a time There were five young guys Hanging in and out of Newcastle, Playing Rhythm and Blues They had nothing to
dope game, cocaine Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn But now I'm up against some mo' shit Because the five-o's done jumped in my face with
pick up on it till years down the line Here now as I reminisce, will I ever see your face again? Baby as I lay back, will I ever see your face again
nothing changed 600 Million on a footbal team And her baby dies just like a dope fiend The story I tell is so incomplete Five kids in the house and no
stand victorious A hundred story high in story in Poor men of the street Jammed the game, to the poor again Slanted the Wu branded name it's war again It's war again
CNN, CNN The reunion man, we back again man Are y'all ready man? Yo, yo My niggaz get locked up, and when they come home It's mink coats and Cristal,
talkin' 'bout checkbooks, credit cards More money than a sucker could ever spend But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the rucker Not a dime till I made it again
