Hold that tiger Hold that tiger Hold that tiger Hold that tiger Hold that tiger Hold that tiger Hold that tiger Where's that tiger? Where's that tiger
(A. Tagliapietra - A. Pagliuca) Un suono di chitarra Un canto nella notte C'era un fuoco sulla spiaggia aspettando l'alba La ragazza scalza si specchio
(A. Tagliapietra - A. Pagliuca) Giochi di luce riflettono I fuochi nell'acqua Tenui colori si fondono Dentro ai miei occhi E' un' immagine dolcissima
(A. Pagliuca - A. Tagliapietra) In modo strano tutto tuo Fatto di figure di cartone E di tante bambole di stoffa, vivi tu Vivi chiusa in quelle quattro
(A. Pagliuca - A. Tagliapietra) Come d'incanto lei s'alza di notte, Cammina in silenzio con gli occhi ancor chiusi Come seguisse un magico canto E sull
(A. Pagliuca - A. Tagliapietra) Come ogni sera sei sola nel buio; Il tuo candore ti fa compagnia. Senti il fruscio sulla soglia e non sai chi sara.
(A. Pagliuca - A. Tagliapietra) Colgo il tuo sguardo e lo stringo nelle mani, C'e nei tuoi occhi una paura antica; sogni di cenere s'infiammano ora
a hoe Just a handful of niggas ready to ride for a cause Bout breakin' these bitches and lettin' these hoes come out draws Man you challenged my dignity
But on the 'ave, you're a pussy-ass nigga! [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice] Pussy-ass nigga with pistol in hand Comin' out of my room to the next man It's a
s the imperial serial killer, alias Mussolini Mentally unstable G status, so you can't see me Drug warlord, riding Concorde jets Rag Vette's, shakin
walk like a soldier), we gonna (talk like a soldier) We gonna (Buck at them niggas, they ain't no muthafuckin' soldiers) Muthafuckas better get your mind right, man
(Hurry, hurry, step right up and see the side show in town for only 50 cents) [D-Loc] Wait, wait, cut this shit, man This ain't no muthafuckin side
: Fuck you! [VERSE 3: Richie Rich] Man, these hoes in the Town ain't shit Can't fuck with a nigga unless he's rich Sportin gold ones, man, tryin to make
with the elite is a silly stunt He'll smoke the crossfader like a Philly blunt Manifest skills on the wheels of steel The one-man band never ran, and
missin' I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder ya'll You and all the trouble goin' through by servin' ya'll And only cause my man heard of
sister the cash So she strike that Niggaz like mac Rock mercedez benz toe bustas And I only shop at them military Stores cousin Solja rag on my eyes
my niggas, they don't stunt But they'll fuck your bitch then smoke your blunts(ya heard) (Chorus) x3 (Mac) Man look who them niggas with their rag
wanna get crunk? HEYY! - All my hustlers, all my grinders [Eightball] Roll through, one deep, heat in the waistband Jealous-ass niggaz might try and touch a made man