Tradução: El Todopoderoso. Mover a la derecha en.
I'm not the only one spoilt by mistakes How much damage do you think it takes? [Chorus:] Looking for a way out Want to lose your skin I got to move Move right
you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity [Verse 1: Jim Jones] BALLLLLIN' Peace blood, peace almighty
it is When you see me two twelvin you homie You bitch niggaz keep triple ninin, have some integrity, bitch [Jim Jones] BALLLLLIN' Peace blood, peace almighty
When you see me two twelvin' you homie You f**k n*ggas keep triple ninin', have some integrity [Verse 1: Jim Jones] BALLLLLIN' Peace blood, peace almighty
all the families cah there's no priest deh hide from di rage of di almighty well one sound mi pushing right around di globe right through di darkest
s how you gotta move A lot of rules, some locked in solitude Curse the day of they birth confused, who's to be praised? The mighty dollar -- or almighty
in my mind Cause I don't write nothin cause I ain got time Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dolla And the almighty power of Allah...
range Maybe an old school... Spinning the vision from each I paint You got to do it you can Gotta keep rhyming East Side high you are doing life/right
you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I tell you, right, right, right
I sleep with a machine gun Now you know you can't see this Where I come from, many die, you'll get crucified like Jesus Nobody move, nobody get hurt
fear's gettin' charged with conspiracy I'ca get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya Wear whatever you want, bullets goin' right through ya If you
halls, reported skiied out in jury duty Judge judy, big groupie bitch blew me, beigen rush cuffies Blast the last uzi, ship me to africa, right? I share
Truth of the matter is so unavoidable [Verse 1] Right over the track you can hear my flow But watch, for the train, cause it doesn't move slow I like
merchandise, bet a 4 5 6 if you blow my dice Handcuff me, read my rights, pat me down Rough me up, whatever you like And I hope that you doing it right
my mind, Cuz I don't write shit cuz I aint got time, Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar, And the almighty power of dat chit
he went for his gun Now Bobby and Betty, they're on the run Like a runaway train, rollin' throught the night Nothin's gonna stop them now Gotta keep on moving
