I'M NOT SAYING A WORD, I'M NOT SAYING I CARE, THOUGH I WOULD LIKE YOU TO KNOW THAT I'M NOT SAYING A WORD, I'M NOT SAYING I CARE, THOUGH I WOULD
Traduzione: Blood Brothers colonna sonora. Non sto dicendo che A Word.
stuck with all these problems and these games people play word [Talking] Yeah you know what I'm saying blood I'm just... that's just something I wrote man a
might hear a lot of um... A lot of love A lot of hate You know what I'm saying? Cus it's like come on I got enemies I got frienemies And those that pretend
I'm saying (yeah) Straight runnin. wild (realize) doing their thang, yeah For all those Nino Brown niggas (yeah) John Gotti niggas, know what I'm saying
I'm saying: "Hold up! Here comes Jehovah Who saves always like Coca-Cola Throw your hand up Behold I know a Banner The true Manna A Lamb for a world dirty
So I backed up and I wet em, (yeah) now I'm My name is John Doe and I slang white rock But not on the corner, I work in a spot I used to work for a fast
wore a vest That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers I'll spray 'em, but I'm no painter To this here, I'm no stranger It's obvious you no bangers
" Now I got a record deal, how does it feel? I'm never gonna survive unless I get crazy like Seal Cause the whole worlds' out a order So at night the
life, I'm trying not to drop the balls Think I'm a fool for your tricks? Not a fool, wasn't fit, not a tool, not a kid, not at all, not a bit And at school
drummer: Keep the rythems rollin' In your face, I got the bass, without a trace He's going, he's gone and I'm on the microphone And I'm known to get
Cause I ain't playing with bitches, I'm disposing all of my foes We M double A-B, S-L-A-B till I'm dead Everynight I be on the edge, with a pump onside
ain't gettin' shit The only time I trick is December 25th I'm coming with a rolls, some kicks, and some dick There's one thing worse then a chick saying "I
I love my brothers over (bitches) and some bank And when if need me, I'm there for ya blank [Chorus] [Verse 3: Silkk] So I'm there when y'all need
with no man Before black, I'm first human Appetite to write like Frederick Douglass with a slave hand Street pressure word to poppa, I ain't goin' under One day I'll have a
beat, and I do believe I'm right, you're right Am I wrong? Yes, son Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying With my Brothers Jungle, Soul
