I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line Because you're mine, I walk the line Because you're mine, I walk the line
Traduzione: Live. I Walk The Line.
If you can't share my pain, how can you share my life? Life among the thugs and drugs, their fucking fisticuffs. This is how I live my life, and I can
all just headed for doom, Still consumed by the beefs, And I know there never be peace, That's why I keep my pistol when I walk the streets Cause
same mistakes you did all over You?ve got to believe in yourself this time Live on, live it up today This life?s your cup So drink it up I say, yeah
my state of mind I stagger the earth with one defeated sigh I once was longing to live now I?m longing to die Having attained everything that I desired
. Ludacris) I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50) I get money, money is got (I I get it) i get money, money is got (I I get it) i get
you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom line is I'ma crook with a deal If my record
Chilly in your city wit' a couple nine-milli's You better stay in line bro' (in line bro'); Cause if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it I
I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50) [Chorus] I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get
lies that I told and all the stuff that I used to do before I really got to know you though sometime I talk the talk and though sometime I walk the walk
You Wear Just People Living On With Different Hearts And Different Minds If We Live In The Same World Why Can't We Stand In The Same Line If We Can Walk
I live I gets you in the mood, make you all festive Walk on me boy, nothin to it but to do it Had to think about it? Yo, then pursue it I am the engine
put ya faith in the churches I you call yourself Bin Laden in ya verses A herb, actually, better yet a joke If you glorify suicide and doin' lines of coke I
Bright like lightnin, Terrorist Islamic A ghetto superhero like Marvel Comics Vertical limits, fresh notebooks I write anthems for crooks Image, cross the line of scrimmage I
askin' myself I wonder if she knows what I'm looking at Well look at that, a face that got me looking back I can see the history in your bone structer I
Not beneath sticks, my feet are made of bricks When I walk my footprints end in cement I am not practical, nor am I unusual Nor am I oblivious to, hideous
In the front of the line, now I'm back at home I wanna live my life in a bathtub Roll a dirty dice, and you're paying blood Stole a maxi pad, cause I
