're breaking up We're calling out to you With all we have tonight We need your voice to sing along So, sing along We're calling out to you With all
a change of plans You're breaking up and I can't even feel the difference You're breaking up You're breaking up We're calling out to you with all we
Перевод: Run Kid Run. Call Out.
been a change of plans You're breaking up and I can't even feel the difference You're breaking up You're breaking up We're calling out to you with all
rest, nah nigga i was stressed Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin in my vest Shit, i'm like a hostage in this troubled block Call the cops,
And say "Give it up kid, before I put one in ya wig" Picture me thirsty, ridin' round foamin' out the mouth Sayin' "I dont get on" Im'a lay a nigga out
call smoke man, I'm what you call snort First the VCR went, then the tv went He stole outta mommy purse, she thought it was me kid I ain' ask her for
out the nozzles R1 One wheel, Christian Dior goggles Spare with me start some shit send the shooters out Come out the club we out front with the Ruegers
1:] Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out Wishmaster hundred shot drums'll run out! They dumb out, you heard of me They call me big homie!
buddy, my buddy Wherever I go, he go My buddy, my buddy Can run for your life on the stick up out the window My buddy, my buddy I lay your ass out mothafucka
ride, wreck the new Jag I just buy the new Jag Now nigga why you mad? Oh you cant do that Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky I come up out the jewler, they callin
been gone through static, shot at with automatics Since 90, when Nas came out with «Illmatic» If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me Cause Tommy Matola ain't shootin out
Uh ah ah OH, ah ah ah Check it out Flipmode Squad, '98 Raw deluxe, check it out y'all VERSE 1 I be the street kid, the brother your momma freak
a "baller" Money on the line let me holler at the caller Bow to the man forgiveness from the Father For waking my eye at one of Reverend Run's daughters
a door that spins Goes in and out, out and in 'round 'round again. I live a life these player haters would love to be living since a kid I've been surround
like Kurt But don't go gettin your fuckin feelings hurt I spit many bars of heat, that burn like a furnace, I pour rhymes out like coffee spillin out
hidein Jump behind the bush when they see me driving By Hangin out my window And my magnum takin out some puto's Acting kinda loco I'm just another local Kid
Snake the rat, the cat, the dog, how you gon' see them if you livin in the fog) [Verse 1: DMX] Why is it every move I make turn out to be a bad one
