I want that back You were the best thing I ever ever had, I ever had Since we're one good terms, thanks for for all the memories Thanks for everything You were the best
Übersetzung: The Starting Line. Dank Du bist der Beste.
want that back you were the best thing i ever ever had, i ever had since were one good terms, thanks for for all the memories thanks for everything you were the best
else got killed Slowly but surely they're goin one at a time I wish you could rewind and show em some kind of sign I realize I put my life on the line
's to Crysp!! When you take your last breath tell me what you gon' miss?? When you stand at the throne and you're facing the SON! Will he say LEAVE ME
even midnight Can stop my shine Let me confront The ultimate sin You're ready to die But I'm dying to live The hustler's theme Caught in between greed And the best
you? Where you were born, in the projects, in the ghettoes In the upper downtown, wherever it was The people around you, the things around you cause you
which book you readin from [Big Tigger] Aight, next caller [unknown female (Busta)] Hey Busta, heard about you on Miss Jones (Why you bringin up old shit? You
reason why I'm here with this pen For real, you've raised your kids and you've raised them fine Even though you never ever really spent no time But when you
to face and you're gonna see A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen And you're gonna see, this gangster beat on himself I see you D-12 and thanks
up, probably mean that you too shook to do it We'd see two pennies to your name, yet you so saucy When I fix this game you can (Thank Me Later) for it
has shaped you? Where you were born, in the projects, in the ghettoes In the upper downtown, wherever it was The people around you, the things around you cause you
[Trick Daddy] Our father who art in heaven Thank you Lord Lord thank you Lord [Trick Daddy speaking over chorus] That's right Y'all could stand up and
Our Father, who art in Heaven Thank You Lord, Lord, thank You Lord No matter how hard I cry it just don't seem loud enough (That's right, y'all could
I'm not wrong If I'm not mistaken, you're 50 today How are you doin', Bob? What do you say? Well, it musta been about '62 I heard you on record, you
I said I wouldn?t out too late Agreed to let you just hold my hand I drew a line in the sand You tried to kiss me in your car I warned you to stay where you
back in your arms again. You can lose what you're not thankful for, I don't want that to happen to you and me, Better count my blessings. One, you
Motherfucker, you retarded You touch 50 I'll leave you dearly departed We're walkin' away from a beef, in which clearly you started I said we're walkin' away, did you