now I've fallen In every little thing that's happened I've fallen down I've fallen down I've fallen down I've fallen down I've fallen down
soldiers falling We're falling If everything's alright Where you been? Looking for our soldiers falling We're falling When our lips divide And space begins Our love looks like soldiers falling
red alert Something is on the move I look to the left, I look to the right Nothing to be seen Approaching steps I feel the water coming I fall
back Matchin' championship rings like Kobe and Shaq Whatever the kids need then I got you boo Twin new Benz's, your's red, mine blue [Chorus] Verse
girls at out that 504 where the thug girls at out that 310 where the thug girls at out that 202 where the thug girls at claiming red and blue. I heard
'll reach for you my love And if a petal should fall I'll catch your heart for you Oh no Whisper to me So that I can see you closer to me I'm wanting
you never fuck with is my blood or my cash nigga [A.D.] You want me to get crunk You want me to pop the trunk You want me to pull out thirty miles burn
never fuck with is my blood or my cash nigga [A.D.] You want me to get crunk You want me to pop the trunk You want me to pull out thirty miles burn
of where to drown So I quote the horse, it goes ?What floats is what's found" Gettin down like they did in the 7-2 With the red and blue, had the opportune
, 10 a ki' , wodie ain't nothing changed But I still got my ghetto stripes Red - blue and yellow ice That's all I rock, fuck the cops They want me in
sent a message to the world, That we have never been just a collection of individuals Or a collection of red states and blue states; We are, and always
Theres nothing left to say this isn't worth the wait Is 10 p.m. that late 30 seconds till the bombs detonation Which is the wire to cut red or blue I
Murder One, Code Murder One, Code Murder One Murder them mo [4x] [Verse 2: Bizzy Bone] If the world should end today! Fully automatic gunning through it Gunning thangs, red
wi step out Fed up all who caan tek di fire inna di kitchen get out Want price want fight politician nah move precise well! We tired a di blue light red
Verse 2:] Feel seh them bwoy ya only frontin and sadden Them nuh want saddam and them nuh want bin laden Close in pon me! them want hussein and who bin
see one...two...three, my bad I'm tripping Kinda look like I'm Cripping, when my paint change to blue By the way my paint change to red, you would swear
Biggie's hand (baby-baby) And I got plenty mo' to do dog, that's true y'all Chamillitary is the click, if that's what you thought Yellow green red white blue
E, tell 'em to meet us at Roscoes Ball til I Fall, thats my motto In LA, NY even in Flo Sittin on 'tractin rims wit' a mexican, took X again want sex
