way Your way with words The right way to go You've lost your way with words Or at least that's what I heard You've lost your way with words And to me
Übersetzung: The Starting Line. Mit Worten.
're way with words) The right way to go. You've lost your way with words or at least that's what I heard. You've lost your way with words and to me what
in the night Everyday, starting to bloom Watching the way light shines in the room Finding a way Taking the weightless words from you Taking my time, drawing a line
what it be like? [echo] When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes [echo] Can't seem to focus Hopeless With violent thoughts I wrote
dark? Can't close my eyes I see visions And even with this thug livin' will I escape in prison ? Penitentiary chances was an all day thang The only way
last three lines again 3rd occurance: repeat first five lines twice 4th occurance: repeat first five lines twice 5th occurance: second to fifth line, first to fifth line
is defaintly ahhh words of wisdom AMERIKA, AMERIKA, AMERIKKKA I charge you with the crime of rape, murder, and assault For suppressing and punishing my people I charge you with
) (Jay-Z sample: yea yea I'm a hustler) 3x (chorus) Yo when the fed come in the game loyalty is limited Hardcore niggas start actin feminine With the
spit the verse the shit gets worse then worcestershire sauce If I could fit the words as picture perfect, works every time Every verse, every line, as
girl who comes their way, way I've been down that road and, now I'm back Sittin on square one, one Tryin to pick myself up Where I started from [Obie
that is (state that is) Don't ask no questions, that's the way that is (way that is) Don't ask no questions, that's the way that is [Chorus - 4x]
anywhere else but here today Hong Kong is up for grabs, London is full of Arabs You could be in Palestine, overrun by the Chinese line With the boys
way, no how, can't none of y'all see them Cleveland Thug Boys! No way, no how, ain't none of y'all fuckin with them Bone Boys! [Thin C:] I was forced
worse My shotguns are cocked Make sure you're stayin' in line Me twenty two is no fun So let me play with me nine I'm steppin'with the Enterpri$e My only
name was Moroni "I am Moroni" The All-American Angel My people lived here long, long ago This is a history of my race Please read the words within We were Jews who met with
more I thought she had time So I got in line For the new iPhone at the Apple Store She lay there dying with my father and mother Her very last words
come?) [beat starts back up] [Verse 2: Classified (White Mic) {Classified}] Hell yeah, another motherfucker up in here Rollin down the road with the
