are you Something more? Woah, woah, it's just not right And while you wait One more cell becomes An empty space, space, space One day at a time One
you Something more? Whoaoh whoaoh It's just not right And while you wait One more cell becomes an empty space Space, Space One day at a time One way
Übersetzung: The Living End. One More Cell.
are you Something more? Whoaoh whoaoh It's just not right And while you wait One more cell becomes an empty space Space, Space One day at a time One
But niggas hatin on me everyday and that's cold I keep my four-four and I ain't gon' let it go My money can't fold no more it's in stacks My nose is close
one day that we'll become us That's just how it is when you live where we come from "Fight, don't run" Is the motto we live by Get 'em on the ground And
in his mind Never more awakening, this time it's the end Defeated and forsaken, his peers would not let go The trial was an endless one, and death did
shell Still locked inside this living HELL Only to cope you leave your house Now meet the cops your luck's run out Got no love end up in jail A few more
love the life I live Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all [Chorus Two] .. [Biggie samples] .. [Chorus One] .. [Biggie samples to end]
's all said and done and at the end of the day My actions spoke louder than whatever they say Yeah I'll rep the hood, stood the test of time So a cell
we receive from love, When you get hurt by the one you living for, Pain can make you wanna love no more, [Chorus] Loving you no more, I just I cant
one day that will become us That's just how it is when you live where we come from Fight, don't run, is the motto we live by Get 'em on the ground and
Well, this is the world that we live in One minute you the hero, the next you the villain We got up in this game just to try to make a living We hit you
niggaz, be around for the fame It ain't no more love, therefor if you ain't kin And if you get up in mine, you gon meet your end I'm one of a kind,
I ball my fist up Unravel, travellin to the cells of Gotti I shot up a shell, will he drop? Will he flop? Will he go pop a cell? Is his mind frail? The
the cell, no more his are hollerin' You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the followin' Sell drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix End up
bums and sons Askin' niggas where they come from Get him for his one, um Sunshine, its crunch time Stranded on the front line Ducking from the one-time
't let anything grow And what the fuck you niggaz know about living in hell You not built like me you never lived in a cell You never gambled with your