(echo)) This love we've found (echo) Don't always come around (----won't you dance) So I'm telling you baby Don't let me down (don't let me down-down
Übersetzung: Will Young. Don't Let Me Down.
I live by the code, I die by the code don't rat, don't snitch, don't bend, don't fold Let's go! [Chorus] When I was young man I got lost in the streets
on Velle uptown I live by the code, I die by the code don't rat, don't snitch, don't bend, don't fold Let's go! [Chorus] When I was young man I got lost
of sprewells, man they slippin I'm on factory, with 20 stacks on me With 40 cal, I ain't worried bout nobody jacking me But people hacking me, they just be passing me
your number down, and I'll give you a ring girl I don't mean, to snatch your chicks playa But the bar need chips playa, look at my wrist playa The hood call me, Young
for the soldierettes (soldierettes) This for everybody all over out the project Buck with me (Buck with me) Bounce with me (Bounce) Buck with me (Buck) Bounce with me (Bounce) Smoke a ounce with me
cause I will have in my possession I'm top notch, it ain't no secret I'm hot You can spot, my Rolex watch from down the block I don't talk shit if I
six people will carry ya, niggas'll bury ya Bitch, I thought you knew? You can't fuck with me The B.G., you want me find me In the U.P.T., with the 2
roll with my crew I'm tryin' stay over And just stay my ass in school Ain't many choices to choose And this rap game I can't refuse I wanna win don't
know Hunger, no feast is all a young nigga know Blow, get tore down, get a stressed nigga through And this K will slow you down ? any vest it will go
: (feat. Eminem, 50Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, Tony Yayo) [Intro: 50 Cent] I don't need Don Parrion I don't need Cris Tengo [?] I don't need shit
it Got word from down south He'd heard about us word of mouth We haven't much stayed in touch Since Highroyds Let it go, let it go Cos no ones gonna
was a younger boy So keep the movement going - you gotta stand firm Don't be ashamed of the truth, and let your flame burn They got me locked down, but
out, why they weren't learning They didn't have the Spirit, so they didn't have discernment So what they call themselves doing, ain't worship They don't
rollin down your cheeks Ya steady hopin things don't all down this week Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me I was given this world
here Now, do you wanna ride or die La dadada, la la la la Verse One: Makaveli I ain't a killer but don't push me Revenge is like the sweetest joy next
jacks I makes maneuvers like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers] The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this mess-age don't
