Testi:
Passion The Beaten Path

city They say niggas like to do niggas, Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge I had to shoot yah and the pass

And leave the streets alone, so save the bones for Harry Jones cause I'm hungry, I'm never lonely My dogs and my guns keep me company, the path get bumpy

working for the man underpaid I could care less in each instance To reach the distance Walkin' on the path of least resistance Cause when the beat is

Populations prioritized Civilized bloodbath Third-world trophy Civilized bloodbath The self-riteousness of judgement is something that no human being has the luxury to pass

you want, and you'll have it of course Just step into the arena Beat a path of retreat up them spiral staircases Pass the tree of smoke, pass the angel

Mm hmm Ok, Ok Yeah Y'all thought I lost it [Verse One: Cee-Lo] In no fashion have I lost my passion for the pen It's just that lately life has been

light I feel it's approaching by the narrow haunted path Where I did hear Your clear loud laugh My heart will be hearing and starts to beat Like beauty

for your only dream Jumping bounds! Leap forward! Pass the no one! (Chorus) x 2 Life was never fair Life is never fair Don't be confused There's always a path

duplicate But they can't match the aura, can't impersonate See the first things that comes to pass, is the blast of the Cypress Hill weed funk blazin up a path