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Tool 4

take what's left and eat it. Take all or nothing. just too short to push it awaaaay. Take it up, take it up higher. 4 degrees now, 4 degrees warmer

me down I'll come back running, knock you down, it won't be long now All the way in. All the way. Take it up higher. 4 degrees warmer. Give in now and

Fordítás: Eszköz. 4 Horsemen (192 N 'It).

down I'll come back running, knock you down, it won't be long now All the way in. All the way. Take it up higher. 4 degrees warmer. Give in now and let

hit quick as a pugilist Ugh, ah, what's up? Now your eyes swoll' Thought I went soft, 'cause my records went gold (Sucker) Buster, you're a muthafuckin' punk fool Caught you in your eye, while you reached for your tool

[ ROUND 1: Shaquel Shabazz ] Gold, girls, cold cash On the mic Shaquel Shabazz Supreme, the Lord, the G-o-d Down with the Syndicate posse It's you we rule without a tool

they don't matter Hater talkin' never made me mad Never that when I'm in my favorite paper tag Therefore G4s at the Clearport When it come to tools

you, slowly rollin like these cuts from old school, cookin it up just like its soul food, fuck all ya'll, I never did know you, bring the Pro Tools, stack

Stunt (4x) Stack on Deck, Soulja Everywhere I go, people lookin at me like Damn that boy cashed up Damn that boy swagged up Everywhere I be, people lookin