live to be You're at the line, cause you've got to see [Chorus:] Ten, ten seconds Ten seconds at at time you feel alive for Ten, ten seconds Living
Traduzione: Fiammata. Ten Seconds.
trunk go pop If it's still wrecking, pimping by the second Mortal Kombat, Street Fighter or Teken Get the crowd rowdy, Southside is cloudy 20 inch blaze
my guess y'all useless, just talkin music Never mistake me for a fake MC You got the wrong idea nigga I'm CT fool Get murdered in a second in the first
some love I got my game face, gun in the place, blaze the place With that yard weed, you know the god we remember that You know we, ten second rolly,
yeah got to blaze the joint baby It's tha butters uhh it's all sugary The flava don't cease when I'm in tha cut boo I pull tha silk out tha crease ohhh ten
(chorus - I swear to God it feel like death is fucking callin me. But naw you wouldn't understand....) Ayo hit wit at least ten, beat again Hey Cam'
Turn the bump n' blaze a little endo I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough You know the deal! Baby Let me fuck in the automobile [Second verse]
Got these rap chicks scared to breathe the cough on their toe Crossing their toes damn near fart through their nose Buckin' that whoa, I hope they put her project on hold Few seconds
got a lil' change So they gotta come correct, cause you're not the one for games Third thang dog, man your trunk gotta knock So they hear ya ten seconds
wanna Make it out alive kid you might die I could fuck up your homies Everylast one a y'all is a free fall ah no Dynamite all around me In ten more seconds
and get out And bring the shit back home before them niggaz ever figured it out I sent SixXx in with six hit men Said if ya' not out in ten minutes then
I'm like the low-ridas, I like the oldies You know songs, like Agony and Ecstacy by Smokey You's a phony, I heard your single Corny, like a thirty-second
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Rosco) [Kurupt] Gangsta shit, I'ma show you how the gangsters do it Word to mother, Kurupt Young Gotti Excuse me for a second while
We walk around just playin' the violin behind you Enough with all the pissin' and moanin', whinin' and bitchin' Sit and observe, listen, you'll learn if you pay attention Why ten
bringin crazy noise and ruckus shuttin down crews and motherfuckers in low beta, not to be fucked with like the swamp gator potato, on the barrel of the snub nosed when I blaze