should walk when everything's cool but I have a hard time letting go here Cause i know that it ain't easy To walk away from everyone Who ran with me all the way
Перевод: One Man Army. All The Way.
I should walk when everything's cool but I have a hard time letting go here Cause i know that it ain't easy To walk away from everyone Who ran with me all the way
slip Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
thrown his way through the last half Of his career typical manure moving past that Mr. kisses ass crack, he's a class act Rubber band man, yea he just
circulate over tracks Let me get down and just relax We gettin down y'all We gettin down y'all We gettin down like this We gettin down y'all We gettin
whole entourage off with just one rhyme One rhyme... one rhyme... just one rhyme I don't give a fuck I kill em with just one rhyme Woo, hah, heh,
one you ani't a crook son You just a shook one just a shook one you ain't a crook son you just a shook one just a shook one
a fucking problem your honor They say Joey's a killer, everytime body shit Every verse iller, ain't nobody hot as this You know me, I'm a one man army
The army is the only way out for young, black teenagers. We'll provide you housing, we'll provide you with education, we'll provide you with everything
known one day that you'd be gone You should of known one day that I'd be gone You should of known one day that we'd be [Verse One by Carl Thomas] Why
war in all the stress and yes freaks will dance or die A long long way to find the one We'll keep on dancing till she comes These dreams are forever
Hey See me point the gun at y'all, me no play Me come for murder them on the cowboy way Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way, me make way Oh
on the pleques on the wall i my crib as of matter of fact (hahaha) Yes its me come all the way pron overseas Took that spot from the Black Eyed Peas number one
walk the street until your feet get calloused Take you on a natural high, like a pilot It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad When it's all
'cause nobody remember two or three Cross YM and the hem will make a movie We all that we can be, respect the army and salute we Yeah, Young Money army
