to take you home I?m twenty-six and I still love you But as far as the world goes I still don?t have a clue What it's for or what it?s about But until
Traduzione: La scelta di K. Home.
is long money, my face is Hollywood My tattoo's could hit you with the thug ??hard flow?? My attitude is universal, yeah Hong Kong money When we get back to Queen's
She do for self she don't want your help Afraid of being alone But fear ain't enough to knock her off of that stone Gonna make that home her home With
on my mind As i'm freakin' Pullin up to yo' crib on some dub's Smellin' like smoke comin' just from the club But it's alright, it's o.k. Do you wanna
k. More elaborate every day Truth, well it's here too What can you make it do for you? Greed, it's just a drive Do what you can to stay alive Peace, it's
yeah) For the capital C-P-T (that's right) My niggas put their money on me (chin-chin) Show 'em what's it's all about Knock a nigga out Hard knock rhymes
Meanwhile, at home, we were fed fabrications of Britain's 'glorious war'. The truth that is now filtering out paints a very different picture. * It's
it's getting kind of cold So I'll take the skyway home I don't want to be alone But you've given me no choice I bet they had a great big laugh back home
New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home right
) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga) D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray) The hawk'll find
m New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home right
know, I appreciate that For all the love and the support and everything, knowImean? Yeah, wings up, throw ya M's in the air, let's go [Hell Razah:] I
must return Take me home - take me home Take me home - take me home Take me home - take me home Let me go - let me go Back to my home, back to the people
(M. Jagger, K. Richard) Let's drink to the hard working people Let's drink to the lowly of birth Raise your glass to the good and the evil Let's drink
kind Southside's finest a.k.a. your Heiness Like airport laboratories I keep fly shit 16 bars if you wanted to try shit Microphone Mike Vick, I'm a game breaker Wack mc's
stretcher, I betcha your concussions are rushin frequent Blow for blow my k.o.'s have been a sequence Step up of step off, the choice is yours There's
What You Want Me To Do?.... Sorry.... I'm Back (S-K-I-Double L-Z) It's Not A Diss Song... It's A Real Song. It's Ya Boy Skillz, And I'm Fixin To Act
