Bring me the head of Roman Polanski Bring me the legs of Fred Astaire We come from a place called heaven That you made hell, that you can sell We set
Tradução: Amén. Bring Me The Jefes.
Bring me the heads of Roman Polanski! Bring me the legs of Fred Astaire! We come from a place called heaven That you made hell That you can sell We
me your money" Now give me some bass, um yea that's how he likes it Now give me some silence, for all you sinners Now give me some bass, yea that was
so they could bring me up to the young rapper that everybody?s ringing up, Got em looking for a sprinkle of that pixie dust mad thoughts in my head when
) (Gold) Goldnigga We out We try that one more time? (Yeah) Bring on number 1, bring on number 2, bring on the N.P.G. {repeat 4 times} Bring on number 1, bring
wrong So I'll believe with an empty hand I'll receive at last what I can't own But her angel leads me on and on Oh, but her angel leads me on, oh 'Til
bring me up, To the young rapper everybody's ringing up, Got 'em looking for a sprinkle of that pixie dust, Mad thoughts in my head when it's blowin
' hard headed You told me I would get it, you said it And boy did I get it but after you spanked me, you hugged me Kissed me on my forehead, told me that
out Or get a new house, it's like livin' in a war, walkin' through shootouts And you doubt God exists, when hard fists Be poundin' on your head like
like some graveyard shit Well, that's what the fuck they gonna need 'Cuz I'ma bury these niggaz this time around Who better than me? You better than me
've given me but you never took it from me Because I am grateful and I use it and I do not worship money If what you want from me is to bring your children
do anything for you? 'Cause Christ has given me to you So praise the Lord I thank You Lord for bringing her to me Please bless her and our relationship, amen
World Is Yours" by Nas {Chamillionaire}] Presidents to represent me (get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!) I'm out for presidents to represent me
God never sleeps. Chorus Ras Kass: Now what came first, the chicken or the egg? God: Armageddon. Ras Kass: A arm a leg a leg a arm a head. Headin in
cause my record's spinnin', So many cryed 'cause the rhythm and I'm stil grinnin', And I brought death to the image of Lenin. Let me begin, amen for the
, but after you spanked me, you hugged me Kissed me on my forehead, told me that you love me And I saw, that it hurt you, more than it hurt me I thought
