Two nations divided by a common language And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing But the difference is language and just the bits you got
Übersetzung: The Streets. Zwei Nationen.
Two nations divided By a common language And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing But the difference is language And just the bits you got
in his work Until one dy he was bustin' with a dude Then he hit'em with the K knocked'em ouuta his shoes Verse Two: B.G. B.G. and Turk on fire true
see me nigga holla my set, and watch 'em ride Outlaw motherfuckers 'til we die, in this life I lead [Verse Two: Young Noble] + (2Pac) I ain't a killer
my streets to people beefin and things, squeakin on they beefs for weeks Mr. President, it's evident, nobody really care for a struggle out the gutter, twenty-two
: Chorus: Young nation under a groove Keeping it smooth with a jazz attitude Young nation under a groove keeping it smooth Young nation under a groove
on his line and leave him burnt up cookin Yeah I break off off my heat cuz when I'm in the streets And I hit these streets I'ma keep my peace until a
Smoke a little weed and have a little laugh at chall But everynow and then I gets caught up in a playa hation Lord what's wrong with the nation, erase
a strut On these New York streets like baby what Anything can happen, it usually does I'm from Staten, the Island, peep me on G-Street, Ticallion Everything
try to paint it Here's the 5 steps In hopes to explain it One! Its me and my nation against the world Two! Then me and my clan against the nation Three
walking Like a dead man walking Two young men dancing under the lamplight Shaking their sex and their bones And the boys that we were An alien nation
man. The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back - is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead Indians...maybe one or two of 'em...were
Different It's A Two Man Operation Granted The Fact That We One Man Short Got Love For Him He Can Watch This New Man Stop A Nation Cause Handin' Them
Royce] Who hard? yo I done heard worse We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other To see which one'll swerve first Two blind bandits panic, whose
the government, they scared of me Now what? [Hook:] It takes a nation of niggas to hold us back [x3] It takes a nation of niggas and streets of crack
shorter than a midget on his knees, now I slang ki's Infest my hood with crack, I'm the mack +It Take a Nation of Millions to Hold Me Back+ Too big for
shorter than a midget on his knees Now I slang keys Infest my hood with crack, cuz I'm the mack Take a nation of millions to hold me back Too big for
