's own word Yet when I face the chilling hand of death where could I go but to the Lord Where could I go where could I go...
God's own word Yet when I face the chilling hand of death where could I go but to the Lord Where could I go where could I go...
Traduzione: Jones, George. Dove potrei andare ma al Signore.
Father, Like Son, go ask Busta that I knew from the beginning I couldn't trust those cats I'd kill 'em all, if I could bring Justo back The underground is mine, I
the captain with plans of getting me captured Even behind bars, I'm still gon' shine I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine Then I go right back, ***** I