Tradução: Beat \u0026amp; Ruta. Adiós Beautiful Day.
cloud of evil rose, now I'm marked for all time Temptation befell me Darkness is calling for me This is the path that I choose This is the path that
focused as focused can be You know I got phobias, please, approach me with peace Or things could get heated and you'll get ferociously beat Speakin' of ferociously beat
to college. So I gotta figure out how I'm a make some dollas But I ain't in the streets so I gotta slang beats Then I sold my first beat got a couple
a motherfukka what is you doin New Orleans my city long been run Watch yourself you coming down you turn You know what it is you been down that path
just put cyanide in your drink Mic stand's always at my side Jack-knife in my boot Fully automatic machine-gun Is loaded and ready to shoot I strayed off the beaten path
the A Milli beat And I happen to rap but somethin' 'bout this beat strange Soon as I try to flow with it the beat change Never thought she'd change But
the beat Of this comforting, bonding love Before the dark Sought against our ways and means We're now against our own uphold, 'til we find a cure And another path
be another nigga bigger from the mutha-fuckin' underground So step but you better step quick Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit You're watching the makings of a physco-path
a path of delightful destruction Your quite the throng, my daisy Hoos hoos Just clap your hands Get down to the beat Just clap your hands Just clap your hands to the beat
cause we'll be sittin' in the sun and choose a rocky a-- path smoke In your face it feels so good in your face, it feels so good P-Nut, beat that thing
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a-- path smoke In your face, that's right and it feels so good, (??) y'all in your face, yeah, it feels so good yo P-Nut, beat that thing Want you on
s common place to get yo' ass splattered from a gun blast Not trying to preach, just trying to reach out and feel me I chose the righteous path and now
: "Freeze", said the man cruisin' the beat "You get your hands up and spread your feet" "Don't you move an inch", I heard him say "Or you'll be doin'
yeah, I'ma hit 'em with the murda mo. See 'em, better let it go Bet they gon' run, run. Nine millimeter plus I got a nigga beat or when it ain't enough
thing around I'm sad and lonely, drunk and tired of beating myself to a pulp And I'm not giving... up Somehow we fell off track And got off the path that we'd beaten
to the paper-thin And I breathe oxygen, and you rhymin bout rocks again You stagnant, standing still enough to feel the world spin I'm beginning to smell the end in the path
