hungry years (Hungry) These are the hungry years Stand up and face your fears Your faith can fight these tears These are the hungry years (Hungry) Hungry years Hungry
Перевод: Оставшийся в живых. Голодные годы.
lost memory of mine I spent so many years learnin' how to survive Now I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive The days I spent So cold, so hungry
for quotin this shit? I gotta have it Like the Roy Jones - you see this money get me hungry like a wolf And when a nigga hungry I'm a wolf That's when
by the hands of an angel.... In breaking news rapper Tech N9ne was found murdered today at the hands of an 18 year old girl. He is survived by his wife
from Sugarhill cocaine slums, get it correct Real niggas spit at your chest, look at your death Y'all cop Playstations, play Live 2000 I'ma cop guns, try to survive
4 0 Still hungry, still rapping like I'm still 'spose Still money, still money on my mind folks I never play out I'm just like Pea-Cokes I survive in
there's still so many things to say unsaid If you gaze across timeless years You'll find them always there And many Gods will join the list Compiled with dying care Hungry
People A Dead That's What I Said The Crime Must Be Led The Hungry Must Be Fed Hey Yo Galore I'm Looking Through All This Fear Over The Years Hey Yo
good at counting days with an ounce of intuition and your parents' ammunition you come here hungry wearing naked ambition hysterical to meet you can you get me in? i got three years
the evening. "My friend Jon always said it was nicer here than under the atmospheric domes of the Outer Planets. We have had peace since 2062, when the surviving
Jackson When I was the age of five But chose this guitar Now I'm broke and can't survive I'm in the wrong business I ain't lyin' 'Cause I stay hungry
Too late, Iam already on ya ass, beat the fuck out anybody With you, and anybody that grab me, Move back we attack like pits locked in basements Hungry
Words and music by John Kay Though I can't show you the years of my life That I spend on the road to freedom Don't let it throw you, I know of your strife
mind By blade or poisoned barb Painted skulls Painted skulls The festival end now they sleep Shrouds of pain another year Return to their boneyard We surviving
, word up, to my man Ced Demon, King Gunner, Slow Joe Word up, men at Montana, lock down You know, Tarif, word bond, yo Yo, it's born God, I survive,
I am the Evil in every form The demon you abondon yourself to. Hungry for an hatred without equal I am the one who brings the pain for the end I am
