rot lies a rose Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul Rights to your soul, rights to your soul Owns, owns the rights to your soul Numb
lies a rose Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul Rights to your soul, rights to your soul Owns, owns the rights to your soul Numb
Traduzione: Street Dogs. Diritti alla tua anima.
101 The hardest nine to five you'll ever have You can't learn this shit in no history book You ready to rap motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul?
fuck you, suck the shit out your dick Sucker for love, think you can fuck with McGruff? Now listen mister Gruff put your soul in a twister [Canibus]
anger (whaah) Destruct to your whole ville don't make me have to change you (ahe) In too a stranger and damage your soul [Chorus] [Talking in the background
swift with your chicken (Bock-bock!) You's a victim and since you got your own mind It ain't all your fault, but you gotta do your own time Choose your
money on the streets, niggaz show your love Fast cars, gold chains, son, doing his thing I'm doing my thing, together we bring That hard street shit,
I keep eyes on these chumps the whole time Take note of your technique like we sceme on dimes Disregard your crew, fuck your heart Put a slug in me,
Look thru my eyes, see what, see what I see Do as I do, be what I be Walk in my shoes, hurt your feet Then know why I do dirt in the street [DMX] Burnin
through the night Me and Funk Doc, about to get our money right [Redman] Yo, yo, yo Yo, stomp wit the big dogs! Sick dogs lurkin' Doc Bradshaw behind
"It's all in your head," she said, U know it's right there in you mind. Soul food is brain food so you get back payment in kind, Stroll up to the cash
Dogs A Village Voice kid with his heart and soul calm Killa bees produce the honey, that fortify the platinum plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them Thus street
who ain't non-iller than miller Wanna 1, 2 your ass no more life what you gave was tha past Cuz ain't no future wanna millicamp your case Disgrace your
pannel My survival manual reading the prophecies in Daniel I ended up playing "Amazing Grace" on my piano On my soulder sat a Dove rushing in like a flood Rips dogs and street
Lambs were slaughtered For the sacrafice Man's now offered up by his own kind Cry for your soul Young and old Help your own They will need it, heed it
) [Intro: Killah Priest (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] (It's the hot shit, nigga!) You know this beat is crazy, right (Hahaha, come on!) This the beat right here
