it best... MY HEART YOUR HANDS! MY HEART! YOUR HANDS! CAN YOU FEEL IT BURN? CAN YOU FEEL IT BURN? CAN YOU FEEL IT BURN? BURN INSIDE, BURN INSIDE YOUR HEART! BURN INSIDE YOUR HEART
NOTHING! AT ALL! I don't know what I, I'm trying to say. STENCIL IN YOUR HEART INTO ANOTHERS HANDS! And You say it best... MY HEART YOUR HANDS! MY HEART! YOUR HANDS
best... MY HEART YOUR HANDS! MY HEART! YOUR HANDS! CAN YOU FEEL IT BURN? CAN YOU FEEL IT BURN? CAN YOU FEEL IT BURN? BURN INSIDE, BURN INSIDE YOUR HEART! BURN INSIDE YOUR HEART
Traduzione: From First To Last. My Heart Your Hands.
Nice] So what's up? I hear you've been lookin for the Nice But now I'm here, standin clear in your sight or your vision, I only recommend to your visual
dope on Monday One hand on the scale, the other one on the bible Askin' the Lord to protect me from my enemies and my rivals Posted with my Bushmaster
slaves that they treated like dirt After all that hard work [Kid Capri] Clap your hands to the beat, C'mon, just clap your hands to the beat Freak it
you Big H.A.W.K., from the S.U.C. Of course it's me, can't you 20-20 see And plus the vision from my chain, had your vision blurry I could tell by her
long will it last, ni**a don't ask, just be first to blast Outlaw on the mash tryin to be the first to see some cash My s**t's cla*sic, like my ni**a
back, My first words were "thug for life" and "Papa pass the Mac." I'm bustin' on these motha fuckas ballin' Listen you can hear my mini 14 callin'. From
a couple of men, who would live it out,.. I was something like Thomas, I landed my hand on my doubt Got my hands to the plough, not my hands to the gun
style that's too much As the mic gets clutched, such A dope voice puts fear in your heart through your ear Listen close, and you'll hear The Unit coincide
Hook:] All my thugs, bust your guns Represent your shit, throw up your hood you from Fire up the hydro, if you holding some Grind and get your million
get the last laugh yo [Chorus] I rap a muthafucking house around my my wrist for wreck While you niggas race neck to neck While niggas who live from
trust in my flesh but if I move to fast my first time could end up being my last so I ask what kind of playa like myself fill your head with a word or
venemous I'll leave you breathless I spat words, waxed and taxed herbs Your raps absurd, backs get fractured, My crack a shell, bag your mademoiselle
desert land I'm from Shaolin, my sword is a mic stand Used to swoll ya glands, 9th Prince'll take command Of the stage, my heart pumps rage Like a jungle
can make it on my own These words are meaningless without a point of view Unbiased from the truth But you're not here You say you're strong but your suffering heart
