the rhythm take control Sing to me this melody A rhythm I have never known This harmony rises up in me Sing to me this melody I'll let the rhythm take
rhythm take control Sing to me this melody A rhythm I have never known This harmony rises up in me So sing to me this melody I'll let the rhythm take
Traduzione: Run Kid Run. Sing To Me.
ll bring it to him Niggas been wantin' me dead, I'm still here kid They send their dogs to come get me They wet shit, but they ain't hit me Word in the
see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN Everywhere I go both coasts wit toast Eastside, Westside, I hold that MACK DOWN Every little nigga you see around me
sing La-la, if you got that swing Follow me, get wreck I make you bounce like a check Mic-check, 1-2 Stand and watch me run through A crew real easy,
wife and babies Supportin 'em from endeavors that consistantly pay me Real estate investments and a big Mercedes maybe Somethin, a little shady, not too Johnny-Come-Lately saved me
of mouth is that he done him in the hallway And like always a lot of controversy But of course he got away scott-free and yo, it hurts me And it makes me
try to do the very same thing As we sing." [Verse 1 character: Jeff] All star quarterback, varsity letter, I drive a Jetta A popular kid, my parents give me
me tell you... [Slug] You should have stuck with the original plan: To be a little man Should have kept it simple, before the shit hit the fan Give the kid
of a kid... it's me, i'm under a dinosaur blanket. in my old house. i like it, it makes me smile. i like you, you make me smile. this is my song. sing
grasp. yeah it'll come and we'll go. forever never seemed so close. as when you put your hands in my pockets. and said "i'm quite fond of you kid. i think
ain't a, nother rapper in the country who can crunch me If you don't believe me, run up and try to punch me I flip the funk like Monk, Higgins when I
-hop was good There lived a little boy who was misled By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said "Me and you kid we gonna make some cash, Jackin' old
You get two double zero one The trouble just begun to bear fruit At the end of a troubling youth, Sabzi got me to speak over beats Like the key to unlock me
2 double zero 1, the struggle just begun to bear fruit At the end of a troubling youth Sobs have got me To speak over beats like the key to unlock me
