The race is running a pace that?s quicker The clock tick ticking against The world keeps turning?this house is on fire? Won?t catch me sleepwalking again
The race is running a pace that?s quicker The clock's tick ticking against The world keeps turning, this house is on fire Won?t catch me sleepwalking
Traduzione: Day Of Fire. Esegui.
like you Because I've done everything that you have tried And I've been accepted where you've been denied I'm the M-A-R, the Q-U-I-S Here to run down
When you're runnin from the cops -- and never look back If they could be black, then they would switch Open fire on them busta-ass bitches, and Lord
to die, Before I fry I hit the weed so I be forever high My eyes has seen so much in misery, So before I flee I open fire let the lord pick the first
and recoup, you keep the dope just bring me six figures Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover over the fence and open fire "Alright now, here
power to reach each nigga on every street May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud of what transpired since the day the seed was planted The
Burn my cit's on fire burn modern day tragedy crim on the rise police brutality my reality's B-A-D cuz the F-A-C-T of the matter's getting sadder check
need me I'm here I'll follow you into anything if you ever need me I'll be there I'll follow you into hell again In this world that we fight each day
it down for all the thugsters And the gangstas naw I mean, dig these blues cutty what [Slim Thug] Slim and 50 gon drop classics, to the day they drop
off ya bitch ass ran You screamin' ya gun jam I know your type fam You pussy I understand You screamin' your gun jam You run when the shots fire You scared
limit, take this shit to the max Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat Calm, in my palm, fully loaded fire arm First to let off, last to run, everytime
a parapelegic Believe me its easy I'll hurt you, I'll merk you, I'll pop summin' Drop summin', I ain't gonna stop hunting Run run till you're spun One
voice it in the booth like it's election day [Chorus x2: Vinnie Paz] This is war cousin, we got shit on smash 7L ES on a run for the cash Yo this is
wanna take a second look, you can find me in the Florida designs book, the hall of game, is a 420 wit chrome rims all day(all day), parked up on ???,
bite your bottom lip to keep from clickin' on a hoe in the streets what the fuck don't nobody play from Memphis to the Bay niggas diein' all day over
Prince] 12 o'clock midnight, candle-light dinner Good girl pretender got a ass like Brenda Sex and champagne on the agenda Hit it by the fire-place in