pride But you know that you know to get up That's the way I feel sometimes And ill stand up, this time, tonight what do you say Do you feel this way
But you know that you know to get up That's the way I feel sometimes And I'll stand up, this time, tonight what do you say Do you feel this way And
Prijevod: Broj jedan pištolj. Get Up (I Feel način).
pride But you know that you know to get up That's the way I feel sometimes And I'll stand up, this time, tonight what do you say Do you feel this way
't that make ya mind move Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb Numb be it view, or Saudi Shawty I figure before the first gun blast,
I feel so alone) (I don't wanna live, when you appear take my soul) (Just go, I wanna come home) [Verse One: Royce Da 5'9"] (Amerie) (I don't wanna
your gun Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? To death, death, death Fuck with the niggas with the guns And you might get shot, get shot Get
me catch ya Mentality straight from the C-Town Where everyday niggas get beat down Betta think before you run up I gun up but I think keep peep this
operation The object is murder I'm the number one assassin, it's Layzie Bone I'll put your ass up in a casket, bitch Be aware when I'm steppin' with
Land of the Heartless, coming up daily Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall So I'ma murda them baby Get 'em up wid me thugs See 'em on the
ed. Thought it was over, nigga never the silence. I'm on the rise with a gun, here I come, nigga there no muthafuckin' where to run. Fit to get ya some
one to quit I've always been the leader But I feel this world is like a b***h and I know I don't need her If I ever had this I never took the time to
I can't take out this reel I'm the savage shit trill and from my heart, man, I feel Nigga, fuck you (Yeah, I fucked your bitch, nigga) Nigga, fuck you
't slip up, Wet up one of them Po-Po's, the Bone, Bone won't let a me duck, Lil' B won't set up, wet up, get 'em on the get up, Bone won't let up (Chorus
I do it (Break it down) Break it down, put your back into it Man, y'all ain't ready for the **** I'm doing (So get up) Get up, put your drinks down
inside of the mind of a psychotic rhymer I'm kind of a Dahmer, I'm grinding Now rappers are lining up jackers, I'm climbing up ladders I buy enough clappers
my morning's coming back The whole world's waking up Oh, the city bus is swimming past I'm happy just because I found out I am really no one
