). Pharisees think the world comes to them for salvation. (Booyah). The radio is preaching the candy coated goo, the record companies and the TV too. No one
). Pharisees think the world comes to them for salvation. . (Booyah). Chorus The radio is preaching the candy coated goo, the record companies and the TV too. No one
Traduzione: Five Iron Frenzy. Quattro cinquantuno.
the D.A. and feds to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you comin with me Gettin head in the Bentley red at one fifty (aah!) Straight lose it, love
D.A to come get me Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my money
it's freezin, honey steady teasin Tis the season for skeezin, no teasin just some heavy breathin Hoe pros and when she blows, only heaven knows No clothes, ohh! Got that fifty-four
A.W.K.] On my block my spot, is hotter than Arizona Infested with marijuana, hustlers on every corner I sit in the sauna, like the boat in the beach Four
) You better not try to jack fat rat got them crooks (uh-uh) That be knockin' on a nigga door (nigga door) And make them suckers feel the pain like the figure four
[talking] Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south? One time [Chorus] Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and
[Talking] Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south? One time [Chorus] Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and
can get killed here Nigga you ain't invincible, even Superman in a wheel chair I've always been a picky man, but I ain't a flowered star So I'mma fuck all fifty
the shots go off It's fifty, they say it's fifty See a nigga layed out wit his fuckin top blown off It's fifty, man that wasn't fifty Don't holla my name
bizzy [Chorus - repeat 2X] [50 Cent] Yeah I gave Just a buck-fifty, ask him if I cut niggaz Shootouts in Bedford, ask them if I bucked niggaz In four
grams in fifty-fifty-eight bags Four-hundred Benz eight-thousand in cash. Then the ball dropped, GUN POPPED! - Bank$ got blast! I make it so HOT! - One
right arm Everybody standin, should love my sound cause it's too down or three, might be four, fifty-six, maybe one more To blow, might I flow, can I go, I'm that one
I got a job in Atlanta in a mall playing Santa Not because of any talent but because I was the only one the suit would fit Everybody shopping, little
brains Four point six with MA$E that's four more chips Four more dimes can give us head like four more times I bound the four All Out were down to ball
