to pay There is no turning back from here There is no shame there is no fear There is no turning back from here There is more hate than fear I'm finished
Oversættelse: One King Ned. Mere Hate end frygt.
of luck nigga I only did what I had to do Now they're callin' me the King of the Avenue Uhh, I'm shootin' my 9 when I bail 'Cause I'd rather go to hell than
more left of 'em The last booty-shake gangsta Look at all the bread that the booty can make ya I got the booty doin' big thangs So bow down to the kings
shots as if I was Saddam Hussein Jackin' motha fuckas for Dana Danes Hated by many bit I don't care Because I rather be feared than loved with a pocket
has one lonely fan Bow Wow found out she's a Tran now she only hangs out with a can Now that it's raining more than ever we'll laugh at Ciara forever
no one seemed to pay it any mind It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring And nothin? could ever come between Lily and the king No, nothing ever
enemies 'Cause fear last longer than love In the streets nothing stronger than thug We all bleed the same color Weather you a crip or a blood You want more
put their babies together to eliminate the fear We sacrifice Yes we did fightin' one another We sacrifice (Don't say it, preacher) All because of color The angel of hate
than f***, and twice as tough Like New York City, we ain't never giving up. A God given package, ask all the women Hard like steel, tougher than denim
goin down tonight (its goin' down tonight) Just take one look by ya side you can really see who's down to ride (you see who's down to ride) Take a look
childless baker [JACK] More than life... [CINDERELLA & BAKER] I wish... [NARRATOR] with his wife. [JACK] More than anything... [CINDERELLA, BAKER & JACK] More than
; I am just a form of dream English, words stretched with skin and fear. From my eyes in my skull my father observes this immense and kaleidoscopic dream. By birth I am other than
couldn't digest it All propaganda, one big fat lie 'Cuz I see the king with my very own eye Schemed and schemed like a crack fiend king And poppin'
him, and do a lil' more than stare at him Poet I know it, I Mr. modern day Shakespeare I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't fear The absolute
third eye on him, and do a lil' more than stare at him Poet I know it, I miss the modern day Shakespeare I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't fear
here to clean house, king of the hill! [Verse Four] All these other wrestlers think they can be like us Tryin to take us down, with just one punch Now
stands before this king Guilty of keeping the Sabbath laws By the soldiers I see him slain It's one by one my seven sons In front of my eyes cut down
