Once I believed in peace and freedom But war is all I see Once I believed I wouldn't change society is changing me Once I believed in just one side One
When I look up from my pillow I dream you are there with me Though you are far away I know you'll always be near to me I go to sleep, sleep And imagine
Mes copains sont tous en cabane Ou a l'armee ou a l'usine Y se sont ranges des becanes Y'a plus d'jeunesse tient ca m'deprime Alors pour mettre un peu
(feat. Full Clipp) I feel like ridin (This is for my nigga: Payback) Somebody took my nigga I feel like goin' to war Goin' to war Goin' to war [VERSE
Ich trink weiter ohne dich Die Augen auf halb sieben Es wird schon langsam hell Gedanken ohne Ende Kreisverkehr Der Nachbar geht zur Arbeit Bei mir
Ich habe Bock Mist gebaut Nun ist sie weg meine Braut Der ganze Tag ist versaut Und das war wieder mal knapp darum hau ich jetzt ab Auf Teufel komm raus
boots in fruity bits I ain't pretty so my fetish ain't nighthood Cause no one wears sequins in my neighborhood [MC Serch] Cause my feet are firmly planted on the concrete
I see you inchin to my ride, tired, rest them legs Soon as you open up your mouth (uhh) there's the head Now who I be, MJG, certified, mic controller (Uncle Sam
polo sud quando mi senti ci resti sono cosi avanti che incido i miei pezzi ancor prima di scrivere i testi la mia realta e concreta, devasto quando rimo
When the knuckles turn white Eyes begin bulging I take an honest look at my life It's insultin I been sulkin about it all week Hearin adults screachin Metal grindin the concrete
switch-handed, when I'm swingin I'm landin I thug on the street and I thug red-banded Wipe you off the land, it's a concrete jungle A tear for the gangstaz
murderer a crook, Ali shook the world im gonna shake my homies hand three in the morning dressed in blue once again my size ten rest upon the concrete
Poppin' O, Big Thinkin', Fifty and Double Be puttin' this Crippin' takin' to the whole other level Big Figure - givin' up to the 88 street And leavin' busta down to the concrete
five-sixty Benz I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep I'm bugged like a tapped phone, hard like concrete So get a GRIP and don't SLIP or catch
, but it don't matter Cause I'm sittin in history Learnin bout a sucker, who didn't give a fuck about me They try to shape us But I know Uncle Sam is
shit ain't fly So now I'm settin up, the ultimate drive-by And when you hear this shit, it make the world say "DAMN! .. I wanna kill Sam." "Do the niggaz
