will lead to pain In matters such as these I let my heart decide It's out of my hands again, ooh It's out of my hands again, woo Woo, hoo, hoo Ahh,
Fordítás: A Sötétség. Out Of My Hands.
fire starting in my heart, Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark, Finally, I can see you crystal clear, Go ahead and sell me out
, want you most Feels so right now Like how your hands Feel me up and down Like how your touch Send me off the ground Spread my wings out into the dark
my home, all I have known Where I got grown but now it's gone Out of the darkness, in came the carnage Threatening my very survival Fractured my streets
table full of fellas And they ain't spending no cake They should throw they hand in, 'cause they ain't got no spades My whole team got dough So my Bankhead
bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein' a broke nigga I want a all chromed out wit the
[P. Diddy] This goes out to my nigga B.I.G. Listen to me playboy, check dis out I go, on and on and on and Won't take her to the crib unless she's bonin
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
m with that All my niggaz if you with me Yea, I see you, holla All my bitches, if you're with me Yea, I see you, holla Yea, my whole entire mind state
a home, if your power?s out If the light turns dark You can stay here in my hear, if your power?s out My food is yours Take all you want My bed is yours
pic All my 3D girls, puttcha hands in the air Wit cher neon nails, gottcha hands in the air With yo LV bag, you the one right there All my fresh females
hoping you'll understand And not let go of my hand (x2) I hang my hopes out on the line Will they be ready for you in time If you leave them out
bullet's in your hand and the war's heating up) And when the truth goes bang the shouts splatter out (Revolutionize your lives and find a way out) And
you'll be alright 'Cause my faith is gone And I want to take it from darkness to light There you were, wild and free Reaching out like you needed me Helping hand
base my hustle not on strength But think, you say 'the liquor store', I say, "Brinks" 'Cause my mind's on the massive roll of the dice The magnitude of my
I write my rhymes with violence What you expect? Sounds of pain The snap of a broken neck All alone in darkness I sit each night Write my rhymes with
moves You put on two tube socks, you couldn't walk in my shoes I was dealt a bad hand, fuck, what else could I do But keep somethin' up my sleeve, that
