are down You've got to realise it turns around So just remember ... Chorus: Only half the story Is over if you go Only half the picture There's half
Traduzione: Worlds Apart. Metà della storia.
house that Jack built I rose from the grave for the people that crack killed My name on my buckle when I'm wearin my black belt I gave you half the world
to stabilise world economy. The purchase of further Exocets and the development of nuclear potential Should do much for world economy, but very little for world
my next ten opponents Doctors wanna copy me and snatch talent out of me The surgical procedure was not before properly I'm obviously not normal half crazy I gotta be World
it who I am, I'm ghetto" [D-Dot] "We just wanna talk to ya'll, tell ya'll a lil' somethin'" [Raekwon] "I tell the story for the young black youths
this, man I got a rich, rich, rich, rich girl, man... [ L.L. Cool J ] I'm sick and tired of the stories that you always tell Shakespeare couldn't tell a story
go off nigga and everybody know I hold it down with the pound 3n57 ways Hollow tip graze ell put a part through ya waves Half christian half killa half man half
Use Force What Makes This Tale All The More Gory Is That This Song Is Based On A True Story... Tough Love Rest In Peace What A Fucked Up World Fucked
[Intro] (Yo...yo...yo yo...yo...yo yo everybody quieten down, quieten down. Yo Siah, kick that story, man. You know which one, man...) Uh, oh...oh
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street
air a whole man, half-eaten heart. And as it goes, this weighted leaf the itch will be found in time sinking, longing my kite eating tree this beloved world
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy Living in a box Under the stairs In the corner of the basement In the house half a block down the street from
nigga and everybody know I hold it down with the pound three hundred and fifty seven ways Hollow tip graze 'ell put a part through ya waves Half Christian half killa half man half
the house that Jack built I rose from the grave for the people that crack killed My name on my buckle when I'm wearin my black belt I gave you half the world
