get out we'll see you there Summer swallowed us whole Waited for you to come around There's no shame like no sound from sources hits close to home Everything
Übersetzung: Get Up Kids. Close To Home.
every word you wrote down, we read it over to know... would tehy believe is us now? ther's no shame like no sound from souces hits colse to home everything
down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born, who's sharp as a thorn I came here tonight just to get it on So listen up close and listen up well
, picture me rollin Rollin, picture me rollin Wheelin, picture me rollin in Picture me yea yeah [CPO] Mmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate
Ten Homeboy You Gone Wake Up With Ya Breakfast In Bed But If You Rush And You Just Be Man Handling, You Ass Going Home Tonight, Play The Cardz Right Nigga
represent Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home On my block
Homey got into a fight last night, that killed his kids [Chorus: 2Pac] In this life I lead, fiend for currency, get high off weed Collect G's make
problem bitch oh, what's up blood? yeah this is Ryan D. man yeah you know where am at up here with my boy Tac they got my boy G up in max any how where
to heaven I hope I make it to heaven [50 Cent] When I come through the hood, I don't stop the rapping niggaz Get close enough to smack, get it clappin
keep jamming. [gunshot] {DAMN! } Nigga I got a felonies, I ain't no rat You play me close fool - and you gonna get clapped. [gunshot] I feel chills up
really doin it for fun Don't worry bout me Have a [? ] And I see Get and run [? ] And maybe we can chill out Hit up a couple of your spots Have some
it hit it spit it Get it crackin in this muthafucka right when we the illest Same muthafuckas got the fuck up outta Cleveland Nigga we came up but we
you brought And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get
come from "Fight, don't run" Is the motto we live by Get 'em on the ground And stomp a mind about ten times Sure we was just kids back then I had no remorse
it Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why don't I get
workin? evenings At a Sizzler makin? minimum wage And she?s cleanin? up other people?s houses Every day just like some slave She?s livin? with the kids in a mobile home
know the ball wont drop And I pray none of my kids ever wanna be cops Young money get em young money got em The boss got his feet up vacation on a island
