're breaking up We're calling out to you With all we have tonight We need your voice to sing along So, sing along We're calling out to you With all
a change of plans You're breaking up and I can't even feel the difference You're breaking up You're breaking up We're calling out to you with all we
Tradução: Run Run para niños. El Call Out.
been a change of plans You're breaking up and I can't even feel the difference You're breaking up You're breaking up We're calling out to you with all
don't fail me now [Chorus: T.I.] While these niggas run they mouth I'm a run this city so feet don't fail me now I never will stand still I still run
: (feat. Missy Elliott) [Fabolous] Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh! They call me G-H-E-T-T-O Black star power, like B-E-T shows I'm usually
JUMP) soldier, you been found and your whip's slumped over With your gangsta ass, dead and your gone Iced out, chain out, with ya brains out, head on
stones on the grill and neck persuade her nigga [Paul Cain:] Yeah Yo Fab We done pulled the Range out The Benz out The Caddy truck out They ain't even
the bitches feel me And they baby daddy's wanna kill me Run up on the Range Fucking with Game He gon bang Picture ya bleedin' All stretched out Barely
kill...) They call it murder (You can't fuck with the real!) They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder They call it murder (Nigga,
it I'll air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue And watch them shits sell out like a Air Jordon shoe I told Funk Flex when I catch the nigga Whoo Kid
got 50 shanked Next time when the lights go out I'm pulling a desert eagle when the knives come out Watch that man get ta tussling and the mice run out
Ghetto F-A-B The only difference between us Is the coast and the length of the ninas And the rainbow paint on the beamers Out here they call me "All Star
em Doc breathin on 'em And I got an extra clip in my Reeboks Cuz I'm in and out my socks every time I see cops Game got the streets locked call 9-1-1
kid, you grew up off me TV, movies and records and tours So many buses in Versace I don't wear it no more Called my nigga in Miami, "Marquis, wussup?"
we hear the Crew just hangin' out,chit-chatting about their sexual encounters. Most of their words are inaudible.] [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] There's always
