They put there fingers to his lips I heard them say hold that thought, He went to war with all the demons in his head they said it wasn't his fault,
Traduzione: Big 10-4. Hold That Pensiero.
when I first landed I was so relieved I lost my focus so we exceeded recommended dosages now I hold the crib? that holds the soul that holds the poet
that shit dunn, y'all niggaz ripped that shit yo Word is born, thats that real shit, for all y'all fake motherfuckers out there yo Thats how we do it
Back Black Never dismiss Type of remedies lyrical clock this *****, Don't u know them 10 man click, In the beginning, There were 2 decks and a microphone, Oh no That
us anywhere We don't care Handle that and take care of that If it goes like that then it goes like that It's Cleveland (Cleveland) Its manditory to leave
't shit he the one that should be in the lime light Saying he rhyme tight Coming all out his face Saying that he's better than any rapper that out right
Bitch [Verse 1: J-Money] Hold Up Baby Ima Tell Ya How I Feel, U Aint All Dat Yeah Its Time To Keep It Real, Thought U Was The World We Was Friends Then
heater that's a auto and a semi I'm ridin in a big truck, I know that auto got a hemi I'm blowin purple stuff, that's purple stuff up in my kidney [Verse
before Baby and shake that ass like a whore [Chorus] Yeah i'm talkin to you BITCH (get up and dance bitch) Wiggle that ass BITCH (yeah thats it. yeah
re all on me like they wanna hold hands... Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man... All because I'm the lead singer of my band... [Verse 4 -
Thank god for that brown paper bag that Brown paper bag (thank god for that) Brown paper bag (cmon) Brown paper bag (thank god for that) Brown paper
players may take hoes and hold nothin back You lovin deez hoes I'm burnin off on my 4's Sippin' my clo' just got head now you know 10 toes get up or
the board saying how that bitck look like tell them shorty is always ready to blink for fame got game like that spike lee flick now check it thats what
like that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that y'all) It's like that y'all (that y'all) That y'all (that
the nightmare Don't give a fuck about what you sling Cause you ain't slingin that shit, or bringin that shit Up the hill, but you still singin that
me, Can?t hold me back from taking a stab like Chopper Read, Can?t hold me back, I?m back around again like stalkers, My mic holds a force like a sword
