Lyrics:
tricked Happy as they get their pockets picked Don't join the crowd Don't just agree With these simple versions of reality Don't join the crowd Don't just
a waste of time
Take me all the way
Take back all my days
Take back the one I used to be
Take me by the hand
Take me as I am
Make me a better version of me
The Valley-Reggae Version-Island cover version. Checkout the original version with killer vocal by Laura Winn!
I’ve been goin’ through the valley,
'cross the border
Shit I've never seen, I think you only see what's destined for ya
They say what's written only wrote by the winners
My big homie don't go
blood from a cactus, gunpowder from ice
I don't gamble with cards and I don't shoot no dice
Can you look in my face with your sightless eyes?
Can you
Don't call me by my name
You don't know my pain
Muh'fucka
(I don't know what I like to do
But I'm good if I ride with you, and that's true)
Don
Prophecy
Y'all got me on some crazy stuff with this jawn yo
I'm bout to eat this beat
On God
Hey
My guys they on Billy time
You watch how we move
[by Kelis Feat. Nas]
You know what I am
You know what I do well at least I thought you knew
They call me Pusha
Damn
I take you like a slap in
To the young mothers
I feel ya, I know how it is
(Mama's just a little girl)
Don't nobody understand i feel ya
She was born a heavy set
Girl with
't wanna die, God tell me why)
Watch Casino, I'm the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino
Ask Nino, he know
Green with envy, the green tempts me
To make
of your lives have led you up to this
Driven, if not by fame, then avarice
Thaumas in rage, salacious
Thirsty for blood berates us
Darkness surrounds with
Quick to pop off let a couple shots off
Leave 'em bleeding out with his shoes & his socks off
War dancing I ain't trying to make it rain though
Obrigado por ouvir até aqui!
Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
hardest kick
Take all the bate so you will separate
And send my soul down to Old Nick
I don't believe in any of the prophecies
Start the decay, there's no
forgiven for my sins Lord
We just living out this Nollywood dream
Bad guys don’t die the man with the money wins
Manacles on my mental they don’t want you
that's how we do this
It's all about you Mayne
It's yo' life, let 'em know somethin'
I come from where they pop they collars
And couldn't be saved by
[Shadow] prophecies told
Mixed with classes,
"I'm hearing again [His voice]"
I can hear it
"[They] ask for a [King], a [God]"
Red eyes with a glimpse
I was tested many times
But keep believing in the prophecy
Arrested with no crime
So fuck the god-damned prophecy
I made so many
gimme borrow
As long as I got yay and two semi autos
And connetts in the jeets like wetback Carlos
I ain't askin' you to follow
Just think about
Played right back yesterday
During the game they called me carlos
I did my thing
Impressed the crowd
I kept on hearing bravo
Attempt to break his leg
drown
And there's thoughts of you deep in mind
So I say
Boy, boy don't you go
Go to far away from me
And you, you'll always get
Get the best version
told you I'd be greater later
They don't judge me by my wins, nah
They don't want me with a win, nah
I ain't lucky I just lived, yeah
I ain't sub these
Someone tell these bitches, I don't fucking play no more
I came for war, came for medals, let's settle this fucking score
Never meddle with y'all
like Kunta
That's why they stay down, they loyal citizens of Zamunda
By way of A-T-L, if you disagree
Don't even look at me ho, don't pass go just go
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