away Hey Davey. Davey, when you coming back home to me? God help me cause when I look around I see a lot of people that are waiting on better days.
Meglio solo io so sbagliare anche da me meglio solo che questo amore che non c'e meglio solo che stare ancora insieme a te L'usignolo che imprigionavi
's in the cards, that's what I do I was born a-running & laughing out loud With my feet on the ground & my head in the clouds You better run, oh baby you better
Is this how you make me believe that we'd be so much better on our own? I'm wishing to see you once again. But the winter's never been so cold since
thought you never would I can't say that I like it better now I don't like it better now I don't like it better now I don't like it better now
soldiers Walk like a soldier, talk like a soldier Buck at them niggas, they ain't no muthafuckin soldiers [Verse One] Can't get no ??? If you do better
life? {uh!} Money is the key in the street life! (street life!) Yeah! {yup!} - You wanna lose your life? {nope!} Walkin' round gang bangin' {uh!} betta
the Brotha Lynch Hung wrong information make atemadation catch you on yo weed high (catch you on yo weed high) tow you up like a pitch been feelin dick hard when you betta
seven-forty deluxe right now Niggas hate to self-destruct right now Wishin that I was takin the bus right now {Roc Marciano} Let's get it on right now
to Jay-Z Now you wanna fuck with me? You must be crazy! You drippin with wack juice, and you can't get it off You betta be prepard to finish what you
Tode. Kool Savas futtert MCs mit Fakalien. [Manny Marc] Ich rock die Schei?e fett, fett, fett. Ich geh heut' nicht ins Bett, Bett, Bett. Ich bleibe
Come on, come on, come on March step, let's fire STOP!, STOP!, STOP!, STOP! [Hook:] Knuckle up boi [Verse 1:] You gotta gun man, it ain't right
mark set flows, fluid like that H?O I'm hittin' wit' the force of a gale wind blow Windows can't stop the pain, can't stop the rain On your parade march
down them streets, you betta keep ya hands on them heats. Justify my thug, my thug, my thug, justify, justify, justify my Thug. Now, if ya kill my manye, ya betta
black widow I flow to Red Sea, flooded the rap in the streets, started the week And got my props in and out of bloody cheddar cheese Betta keep yo negativity
you when I straight march with my stone heart crew What's up wit it i'm here to split it cause that's what I do L-U-C-C-I betta take a picture bitch All
m black and mo' betta Bust a phenomenum, we come to get busy Deep in roots, but my name ain't Kizzie Many many march cuz I'm heavy on the starch Never
her imma get her I?ll have her wit a pillow where the casket won?t fit her The only reason I hit her was she kept talkin? greasy Lil? jump skeezy betta