developing Not damaging Don't want to be another Judas What have I done? What have I done? Don't want to be another Judas What have I done? What have
Traduzione: Pochi in piedi a sinistra. A cosa serve.
yard fam Manz with a few tingz still what can man bring them yeah? Course blud It's on alright chicks I hope no one's gonna act long When its p's your banking It's
witnesses You cant get on the stand and say you saw nothin bout nothin Keep it shut or you dead If you cant hush, open your mouth and you'll get ten in your head That's
name And maybe not start breakin down again I hoped you'd see me with somebody new And think that I was fine But now it ain't no use there's nothing left
for free [Larsiny:] (Put Ya L's In The Sky nigga) Why nigga you would die if you try me Why nigga you would die if you try me (Philly Stand up) Why
You're far too much of a man for that, if Mao did it so can you What's the freedom of us all against the suffering of the few? That's the kind of self
your crew couldn't relate sooner You want some help? Well, here's a hand out: Your formula's bitten, see while you trying to fit in, we trying to stand
what you speak Man, never speak on what you be Even if you're lost, front like you got a plan It aint that hard, but stand if you're ready to be a man
niggas that could land me in some trouble. And I'm a keep it honest. Am so tired of being subtle. It's just me, Forty, O, and nich standing in a huddle
puppies with it. Feed it to your ducks. Use it instead of chlorine in your swimming pool. Breathe it. Love it. What? WOWWWWWW! What can I? WOWWWWWW! What? What
say "Orange" like this, "Orange," 'cause that's in California they say, "Orange," you know? Don: What's the, what's the matter with uh, Debris? Phyllis
choice- composed her poise then Relaxed back to her old wistful form "Music's the canvas and here's where the story's redrawn A few years 'fore his first
dad! Is that a fact to you? He left you when you was young I brought him back to you Your real close to heaven, few get to step in now tell me what you
well rounded 'Cause what is a deejay if he can't scratch? What is a emcee if he can't rap? What's a disciple if his walks wack? El Shaddai renews it all
revelation I received To possibility be an example of what I believe The road to accepting my own It's true that I been hit with a few stones, but how
use the picks And the floor was kinda cold, so I put on my kicks Walked to the kitchen and ate some cornflakes As I bop to a tape of Cut Creator's breaks