't understand My gun's in my hand, tell me who's the man? Chorus (x4) Who's the man with the master plan? Who's the man? Who's the man? I used to sell
't understand My gun's in my hand, tell me who's the man? Chorus (x4) Who's the man with the master plan? Who's the man? Who's the man? I used
who's the man? Who's the man with the master plan? Who's the man? Who's the man? Who's the man with the master plan? Who's the man? Who's the man?
Traduzione: House Of Pain. Chi è L'uomo.
understand My gun's in my hand, tell me who's the man? Chorus (x4) Who's the man with the master plan? Who's the man? Who's the man? I used to
The TR, another form of BDP-eating MC's like Chunky, moving real bluntly Shaking and baking MC's like a junky Fiending, hitting MC's like they was cocaine Calling them John
get bigger Scared cause I'm dedicated, and the fact that I'm motivated For those who playa hated, compliments are appreciated Your character's animated
didn't know her I don't know what's going on I say julie... Who did this to you julie... I don't understand why you let another man Touch you Beat you
[2Pac] Whassup? It's 2Pac. Can you get away? Let me come swoop you up. [girl] You know I got a man. [2Pac] I know you got a man but he ain't gon'
need the root of all evil for my stress. Cuz now it's like a stong prescription drug. It's got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it's inflicted
s just A little girl [Chorus] Mama Don't know why Mama's just a little girl Given that she is or not Time ain't on her side Mama's just a little
Ice Cube. House of Pain: funky blunted ass white dudes Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill niggas. Digital Underground: my real niggas. Raw Fusion, all in house confusion. Wickeder than most men: Spice 1 and Pooh Man
and your vision deserted [Tupac] Ever since mama got fucked and papa ducked out Look at us murderous thugs showin less love in the drug house Similar to savage it's
to my clits, don't try to figure cause the murderous tendencies of my mind can't be controlled, nigga So who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer
rope You can't cope, cos man, it's just dope I never argue, I'm never fussin' You know why? I'm crushin' and bussin' (Yeah, that was dope, Cool) Man, you know it. Yo, E.S
ll hear all of 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
So much pain we live through the strain So much to gain so I can't complain So much pain it just won't, go away [Riddlore] It's all foul man; I swear
