want you to be around When we come home, we pull the curtains down Making sure that the TV is on From off to on From off to on
on From off to on, from off to on From off to on, from off to on From off to on, from off to on From off to on, from off to on
Tradução: The Knife. De Desactivado a Activado.
We want you to be around When we come home, we pull the curtains down Making sure that the TV is on From off to on From off to on
Selaisse I bray tay yo Chorus Verse 5 Drag-on: Watch for sticks and stones Stumbling blocks in piles Life is one big road Miles on top of miles
got on I got on Like that I got on I got on Like that I got on I got on Like that I got on I got on [Fabolous] From the rock to the trees (we be like
nothing for him to say Took me off my own songs, then put it on his tapes So I'ma take him out his house, put the beam on his face Drop him off at Terror
wire, I'm on fire Half man half harlem from the mother fucking wire After ma first album a couldave retired but am back on those gold wires burning rubber off
gotta deal with them guts Got me, blood, so tough Fuckin with a killa nigga from the Heights With a professional killa, nigga Who quick with that knife But on
pass it Uhm (Yeah yeah) Well mi friend dem a tell mi bout di best from West weh dem bring pon di corna See dem wrap it inna 20, 50 or 100 bag sen it on
been trapped down And f**ked since day one This industructional style of mine ain't no fun Where I'm from You sure to see about 10 ni**az in a bedroom Eating off
50 we will never get caught by the cops CSI they hate us but they gotta give a lot of props The drama pops, grab the butcher knife from off the counter
back and shake it on the feild and show them whats up [CHORUS] I'm on flight 187 187 Departure from the hood Destination hell or heaven 187 187 Departure from
blocks I'm the beast from the East, but I play on the West In the drop by myself with my nine and my vest And you niggaz best be on yo' best behaviors
the reason that Rouger, ain't got no shots And when I squeeze, I tend to keep on squeezin' If your lucky, you can run, and keep on breathin' (yeah) When my knife
me, like they think our mics on (WOO) These rap niggaz not like me, they too soft (yeah) Get shot down, I get up, shakin' shit off You know white collar