Testi:
All Heroes Chills

This song was made for us, somehow it'll never be enough This song was made for us, somehow it'll never be enough I hope you get chills, I hope you get chills

worse I'm black my stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero Give the

Where have all the good men gone And where are all the gods? Where's the street-wise Hercules To fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight upon

's all your fault) (What's up, punk?) (You was jealous, it's all your fault) (Pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin) (You was jealous, it's all your

sin and death you can bet it's real But He can take you out and won't make you get the bill So were tellin' all men we're exhaltin' that Hero That paid

can be my lady and you can come to my house, and we can get busy baby Girl forget about your boyfriend, he's nothin but a hassle You can come with me and cold chill

Eldorado. Say goodbye, the city's heroes sing, bird on the wing feel, feel so free through the life upon the rooftop haze, all the cheating and the broken days. So through it all

, like a black hero And pack metal, so rap rebels, will back pedal The pharaoh of five boroughs, and take over the rap world Gettin' bizarre, hardcore, this is for y'all

mine. I need all keys and codes to security boxes, CDs (Jewels) plus money markets. (Chill before I bulk like the Hulk, Bruce Banner. Yo Redman) Solo (What?) Spray the cameras. All