Looking for to make some sense out of nothin' Looking for the hunger to hang on Looking for to know if you're really worth it Looking for a reason not
Chorus:] Lookin' for to make some sense out of nothin' Lookin' for the hunger to hang on Lookin'for to know if you're really worth it Lookin' for a reason
Tradução: Little Big Town. Buscando una razón.
Lookin' for to make some sense out of nothin' Lookin' for the hunger to hang on Lookin'for to know if you're really worth it Lookin' for a reason not
change I take an eye for a eye Either thug or you die, and I ain't goin cry. Rock a bye bye, nigga, die-die Got a grudge against the judge tryin' to
Like when Nicky Bournes switched the name on the blue magic For no reason, when it fucked up a good baggage You don't need a ring less you got a team
Bat Rooftop like we bringing '88 back [Chorus: Nas] They shootin'! -- Aw made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' Big/"big" money
skill I make a mil' (?), pussy much fine in weather Fam's wipin they tongues a little Mag run for the street, or for the block Brand new cribs still
the block wit the deflate Grams the O's, slabes to whole one's da flake A young nigga holdin big face foldin Pimps are known for catching runaways A good
town wit a bad ass attitude and two extra clips With a 44 automatic nigga you know you gotta duck Either that or be another victim of a motherfuckin slaughter Best for
clothes Godfather baby, only play to my rogues Step back, hater make a little room for my hoes Gators on my feet, take a look at my toes Money is the reason
, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you
to the block wit the deflate Grams the O's, slabes to whole one's da flake A young nigga holdin big face foldin Pimps are known for catching runaways A
's a hell of a job, when you marry the mob I put a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends
like Sonic little shorty palming on a 40 Broad day, I'm trying to dodge a cover story Look like he stopping for gas I'm a pluck him, yay This had to
a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse Tony's got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts A Kilo is a thousand grams A pile of sand is equivilant
bringing 88 back They shootin' aw made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up Where them gangstas?