up, silence, can't let it go, got to get it out" Listen up, silence, can't let it go, got to get it out Chin up, chin up until it touches the moon Sad
't it back? That's bullshit. I took it and crushed it and painted it black. I swallowed the match. It's burning at my insides. Chin up until it touches
Vertaling: Catch 22. Chin Up.
can't it back? That's bullshit. I took it and crushed it and painted it black. I swallowed the match. It's burning at my insides. Chin up until it touches
, featuring Amil Aight, big up the whole Roc-A-Fella crew Def Jam 2000 baby, The G.O.A.T., August 22nd Go cop that in the stores Big up to all the
from my vocals, making 'em hit the deck E.S.G. and Po-Yo, got's to give us respect Chin check is what they catch, for fucking around with some veterans
can't get more. Worthless nations are what I can't stand for. Really doesn't matter motherfucker what'cha do. They'll put you in a situation Catch 22
catchin' your eye Sometimes I slow down, catch the ass in the mirror Turn the fog lights on, to see the legs more clearer You turn me on, keep me standin up
make the run, oh, the way you bugging makes left a ride, yeah got me thinking with that headlight, headlight i catch your face on that late night, the chin
a reminder, ain't no tellin' where they find ya Now what this got to do with the price of tea in China? Nothin' motherfucker just don't act like a vagina You won't catch
can't get more. Worthless nations are what I can't stand for. Really doesn't matter motherfucker what'cha do. They'll put you in a situation Catch 22. (
All These Hoes Is Trippin She Ain't A Politician Honeys A Polotician My President Is Black Rolls Golden Charms 22 Inch Rims Like Hulk Hogans Arms When Thousands Of People Is Riled Up
cursive Tool shirt with the belt to match Four pound send shots through your Celtics cap You know me, B. Sigel with that lethal spit Fuck around and get your people hit Tek 22
't talk, here they quietly spark On the contrary nigga, don't need eyes of a hawk Cause I'ma catch you up close, 22 to the throat 'Nother 12 to the chest
bangin hoes out herre Man ain't nobody got no earrings in they nose out herre Man I'll snatch that bird up out ya urrlobe out herre Homies be coughin up
