Goodbye, it's gonna be all right. We're free at last, and I've learned that the hard way. Learned that the hard way, learned that the hard way I can'
's gonna be all right. We're free at last, and I've learned that the hard way. Learned that the hard way, learned that the hard way I can't hear anything
Traduzione: Fumo o fuoco. The Hard Way.
me Then watch the way that this story ends and maybe you'll see There ain't no heroes or villains, ain't no pleasure in killin Just the smoke from the
immortal when it comes to the phone book Jersey them niggas they think I'm crazy and creepy And as we speak they tryin to find me a therapist Rapid fire
money wit If I can't make no money wit you, fuck you nigga G-Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats whatsup [Tony Yayo] I get money, money I got so its a 100 grams or
stick me, believe it or not like Ripley I rip thee, back into a stack and flip it like a tech Pure uncut, fire it up, and watch the fiends come back Bubblin
D's, all these is more reas' to either get big, or leave or let live We the best there is T.S., ain't nobody else We probably Dove; cause we all way on
player that keeps it duplicated Or faded in no type of way, hate it if you like But you can't stop us gettin' paid Unless you sabotage the stage, or drop
we stomp them bitches, this is no, joke Goin' overboard, like someone threw us off the boat, choke Puff up all the smoke I'm tryna stay on fire So if
We on mission - shit This is a hard test We takin' no flees, no burgers on ass ain't no joke This shit for real so don't be hard You not a Slob but still
. MALDU! smokin lah till I Black Out sometimes it make a nigga rhyme till I Black Out now the'll be plenty ways to Black Out one way is gettin mashed out, or
fall upon the ears of the deaf But you can read it in Braile or come to me in the flush I'm authentic, I fire back if I'm fired on But I'm human I bleed
to hate, when your paper gets stronger My paper getting longer, your paper getting shorter My grind mo' stronger, I hustle mo' harder I'm way mo' smarter
(feat. Colt Ford) [Brantley Gilbert:] yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road. Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones Smoke rollin' out the window An ice
smoke up, get the dough up (Nigga, it's a hold up) [Free Murda:] It's either freedom or death, kill or be killed Either you murder or get murdered Any
glistenin, on the 'llac truck Traffic get backed up - we in this, cloud of smoke from spinach Niggaz ain't big enough to go some rounds or minutes I'm
