needed? Air can hurt you too, air can hurt you too Some people say not to worry about the air Some people never had experience with Air Air Air Air
Übersetzung: Talking Heads. Air.
B. Gizzle (Yaaaaay) 5th Ward Wizzle Uh huh (Yeah) We gon make these hoes break a sweat with this one here, ya know what I'm talking bout look (Yaaaaay
trouble you're in now. Talk talk talk about it, if you talk as if you care but when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air, tossing back more
cemetary Talkin to my homies that was buried See my enemies wanna see me dead, I ain't worried, forgive me Please give me shelter, calm my fears Lifted my head
in the air close your eyes and hope You ever come against a mass of smoke On death row My adversaries bleed But fuck em all 'till the talk cease
between East and West? *static* He's talking about killing people *static* I had sex with your wife and not in those words *static* but he's talking
about the beef! - You gon' still get did! It be your tombstone and your fuckin' grave they dig! Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
to, kill! If niggas get to fuckin' around If niggas get to fuckin' around... [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Yeah! Where Im from death is always in the air homie
who robbed you But you think I know cause you know how my squad do [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Nowadays niggaz snitchin so much in the street But you gotta talk
the difference But A, Ade did a make you say dat I say dat Thas the grade A burnin ya head when you a case act Man I might talk to you while we up in
dough nigga, it's now or never I'm wild as ever, foul as ever Reap whatever, whatever, whatever They say I'm a slick talker, shit talker Grimy ass New
: [50 Cent talking] [Hook] You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine You mad at me?
Harlem streets [50 Cent] E, F [Scarlett] Don't talk me to death [50 Cent] G, H [Scarlett] It's elementary [Scarlett] Picture me rolling Range Rover Same color your Air
there playing hockey NHL, a Nigga Hold a Llama and I'm cocky Should I explain myself, baby I'm on that hood shit So say you wanna go, well I say go 'head
dead friends in my sleep, they showed my things, I aint really wanna see They showed me flashbacks of murder scenes, bodies bubblin, in acid tubs, with they feet head
know the watch botherin ya vision But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like it's part of ya religion (yeah) [Chorus] - 4X [P. Diddy - talking over
