God on my side I need your God on my side God on my side, ooh ooh ooh God on my side, ooh ooh ooh God on my side, ooh ooh ooh God on my side, ooh ooh
Превод: Ворлд Парти. Бог на мојој страни.
needs change and I'm the motherfucking cashier Nickels for my thoughts, dimes in my bed Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head Take my verses
to say to all my niggas, everybody that I love My nieces, my nephews, all my niggaz in the struggle Getting money, getting shot, goin to jail, comin home On
from hip hop genocide Medication in my cup because my flow sick Got a syringe in my draws, call it dope dick And my girls say you niggas can't fuck with me Check my
just want to breathe Falling My world?s up and I?m almost Falling My hands over my
? And nigga show that we had nothin' but heart (Bone Thugs) And who be the nigga that come to my side when it's about murder? My niggas, my niggas will
, no I reminisce on the way that it was First kiss, first hug 24-7 you was on my mind Baby girl you was my first love We closer than the pages In my
the pen Couldn't even see the homie Short Bubble Bank get fat and my whole account double When I walk in a club bitches say, "Oh God is that you Todd?" Me and my
let my soul confide with the lights of him Who the father, my bread and my water I never bought a cue and into this (?) Down in my world are you going
We gladly pesent to you Heavy artillery rap niggaz attack from both sides Of the map, leave you flat on your back, my thoughts dwell In the dark black
on Living in this world without you So long, bitch you did me so wrong I don't wanna go on Living in this world without you Come on get out I can't
Cincinnati linked with Mood, and we did Sacred Hi-Tek beats became my favorite Hussle on the Side was the cut We started to put songs together like, what? Traveled the world
on my honeymoon Bitch like my wife, she popped my Ghostface balloon Bitches think that I'm Dominican, slap-hash Indian Milk on my mustache, drop to my
I.A." [D.R.] "Have gone into the drug trade, and are trying to take over the government" "In the war", "on drugs" - D.R. "Which side is the C.I.A. on
to party (Party) Ain't nothing like them summer nights Keep the top on drop while the girls looking hot Hit the volo and we just don't stop Party until
god on our side Over bass and drum beats hear the good rhymes ride A poison goin on Shelter from the storm Hard rain gonna fall Still the people rock on
was SEVENTEEN!! On the inside I was like: FUCK, SHIT, GOD DAMMIT, MUTHA FUCKA, YOUNG BITCH, WHORE, SLUT, CUNT, WHEN YOU GONNA BE 18? In the midst of my
