Maybe I'll ask you why, it's so in season No matter how I try all I need is loving And your heart will never wonder why Or even try for nothing The only
Traduzione: Vendetta. Big Bang.
our nature of decadence Revenge Decimation and pestilence Extreme holocaust of the peoples The unbiased hand of death Resetting an evolution Reversed big-bang
what that want Got 'em racin' to the front of the stage to feel the bass and tell the DJ turn it up (Turn it Up) Yeaah Sound of Revenge saying Universal
' to the front of the stage to feel the bass and tell the DJ turn it up (Turn it Up) Yeaah Sound of Revenge saying Universal to go get my plaque Rappin
pump weight Each generation, rules the nation Rock more spots than a hundred one dalmations I'm not a hog I'm a big dog wit big balls Lock it down like
Each generation, rules the nation Rock more spots than a hundred one dalmations I'm not a hog I'm a big dog wit big balls Lock it down like pit jaws to
will he go - to the big dog house in the sky? (Newsflash) - he's back, and mad Rollin through Crab hood with a .9 wearin' a shit bag Shootin' Crabs, Blood, I seek revenge
spit My tool spit, metal to your side, watch you lose hips And I ain't want to take it there but fuck it we can bang My Cali headbusters'll show you how
(feat. Ne-Yo) [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Damn, damn, ma, we ain't even have to go through it like that It wasn't even, even that big, man You know, nah
Either way what I'm saying, yo, is bound to uplift You need checks, you need cash You need intellect You need to be moving fast You need that big respect
turns callous, soul turns callous? (Verse #3) Before the world premiere of dawn light switched on and day broke through/ Before the sky was blue, before any big-bang
away from - the main stuff still bust when we ride, still game still bust any time, fuck fame still rhyme under pressure, still bangin' still prime,
Bangin' on the system, ready to turn the heat up Malcolm X cocktail, ready to burn the streets up Holla if ya hear me big homie, it's time to eat somthin
vocal chords spit cold shit they never thaw out Industry tried to pigeonhole, I had to crawl out Hear my name bein called out, nuclear fallout Full body armor with bangers
for diamond rings shopping Now the big question is when is he gonna pop it Waiting for the right time Meanwhile Nina's the same hoe Like a snare drum but bangs
Damn, damn, ma, we ain't even have to go through it like that It wasn't even, even that big, man You know, nah, it's ight though But anyway, yo, let
From what I hear, the graveyard got room for everyone Test Big Ellie, come and get your head sprung Which coffin you want, the blue or the red one? I ain't gang banging
