Oooo Running out of love Running out of love Running out of love Running out ooo ah ooo Is it the wrong kind of love Running out of love Running out
again Better watch out, better watch out, if I'm gonna, if I'm gonna run Ooh, running out of love, running out of love Running out of love, running out
Traduzione: The Magic Numbers. Runnin 'Out.
what I gotta do So my otha potnah nigga die tonight And I'm always runnin from the boys in blue Biggie booms so im ask now pull out the cellular phone
O.J. Now I'm writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday In the full runnin drinkin ice Tanqueray I don't eat pork I take a fish fellet Now I'm knockin out
good That I'm a be your ticket out the hood Girl I think there's something you should know You can't be my number 1 You can be my number 4 and I think
God to help us Everything we take is truth, a misguided message The hood, better grimey, jealous, aggressive and desperate And we exit in enormous numbers Stressed out
lookin better like a glass of armmeretter. got a lil vendetta then bring out The heavy metel Pull up on that trigger like I'm pulling on these hoes After magic
Talkin To That Nigga I Got Swag I Got Juice See Me In That Bently Coop Right In Front Of Runnin Shoop You Be Runnin When I Shoot I Be Shootin When You Runnin
That Nigga I Got Swag I Got Juice See Me In That Bently Coop Right In Front Of Runnin Shoop You Be Runnin When I Shoot I Be Shootin When You Runnin Con
number-one cheddar boy in the city? Attitude shitty Sniffing coke off bitches titties You never thought that I'd be runnin wit the hatchet Who runs
intelligence, slickest nigga goin since "Grease" Check out the grays on the side of my waves I grew those on Riker's Island Stretched out, balled up in the caves Pull a boot out
to the studio J-5 let the beat bounce Thats what counts without a doubt so sup grab the mic and pull the magic out ya mouth We be the rythem kings, plus
(feat. Snoop Dogg, Fiend) [Snoop Dogg] Yo, Fiend, Magic, check this out. This Snoop Dogg. I got a problem with this nigga down south, ya know what I
in em like venom Got the lotions, slow motion, hit the magic potion Don't panic, satanic, devotions, convulsions Wipe your whole crew out, niggas get blew out
mug, Mo Thugs Trained to be perfect, disciples When it's survival tongue, never double-edged sword Triple, six rivals spittin fire This the real truth, bitch Breakin out
you man She was wild man.. f'real It's just too.. let me tell you about her [Mos Def] Yo, in she came with the same type game The type of girl givin out
