say to me You're cutting me in two ripping me in three How many pieces can you take from me? How many pieces can you take from me? How many pieces can
译文: 黑暗的新的一天. 小品.
You're cutting me into And ripping me in three You're killing with those words you say to me You're cutting me into And ripping me in three How many pieces
Classy Freddie Blassy] I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb And BK, no such thing, it's dark
Me Up (4x) Hold It Down (Ohh Ohh Ehh!) Yeah That?s It (4x) [Verse 3: Malice] Malice Superstar Like Lupe See me in the coupe hot damn It?s a new day
day, sad case, Heaven knows I have faith (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) [ VERSE 3 ] New day
window of our time The shuttle broke into a million pieces In the bluest sky The world is spinning 'round way too fast And New York City went all dark
Meth-Tical Biggie, Biggie Uhh uhh uhh Yo c'mon Big Uhh Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches The prestigious cats that speak this, Willie shit Flooded pieces
know it sounds dark, but I wish, Who evers got your heart would turn crazy and rip it apart, That?s when I would walk by and pick up the pieces, Excuse
picture And that's what I get for loving you Afraid that some day I might see you While you're holding someone new Afraid my heart will fall to pieces
know that rhyme won't end Makes your day worthwhile It takes your day that's sad and blue On a ride to far and move On that dark and troubled sea Ghost
can correct that I'm in a slow lane, I'm on my Cobain I'm in the new spot tryin' to run a old game I got a new chick, put out my old flame No peace,
let me know if you gon' ride tonight 'Cause this paper we makin' is real, all day Yo, yo, niggas mad at the fact we bad Man I won't stop like a New York
so I got chubby I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens That's why 'til this day they don't let me in I be in New York smokin' L.A. weed I hate
presiding official remedy, Stay cleaned up on a preacher on a sunday morning, King of New york, King of New York, but we don't ever see these niggas up in New
this tiny crack You become much older now and I don't see you turning back Seven years in darkness I can only hope my wish comes true That one day
through this tiny crack You've become much older now and I don't see you turning back Seven years in darkness I can only hope my wish comes true That one day
same If you don't want me Tiny pieces of my heart Scattered everywhere Like a fool I played my part But you were never really there A new day dawns
